Flames glanced back as he left the tavern. He sensed something...unusual about the fur with the katanas. Their eyes locked for a brief moment which seemed to last an eternity. One set of eyes revealed nothing, hiding away their knowledge, whilst the other eyes spoke a grand tale of suffering, pain, war and death; all ablaze in a roaring fire. One set of eyes revealed nothing, the other set morphed the atmosphere with emotion. And then their eyes went elsewhere, as Flames closed the door behind him, one set of eyes still filled with a crimson fire, empowered by an ever-changing tornado. The eyes blinked a few times as the wind made its way through the air...