On the other side of Magvel stands the Kingdom of Jehanna and the Jehannan desert. A desolate place that very few survive unless they live in a town. It is here that Prince Arc Ismalee resides. Protecting his 'countryside' from brigands.
The dusty town of Flarg was not large. It housed maybe a hundred people all together. But it did have a reputation for having a very rowdy tavern. In fact it is at this location that Arc is drawn toward with his Infamous Desert Patrol. Arc and Myra slip in together and head for a disturbance in the front. It seems a man was being cheated and had unslung his axe when he realised it.
The whole tavern grew quite except for this man's table when they noticed Arc and Myra had entered. They slowly walked up to the disturbance and clear their throats.
"Yeah whattayawant dammit???" the man says without glancing up.
At the blatant disrespect out comes Yin from its green scabbard and suddenly the man has a large cut on the arm holding the axe.
"Yaw!!!! What the hell was that???" he exclaimed in surprise and pain. He looked at Arc and Myra for the first time and let out a large, shuddering gasp. He ran for the door screaming about demons and monsters. Arc turned back to the man who had cheated.
"If I see that again you will get a taste of Yang."
Without waiting for a reply Arc and Myra left the tavern and headed back to their horses. Then they rode back to their camp outside of Flarg and rested in their tent. An hour later they pulled back into their clothes and walked back outside. Myra sat into her usual questions.
"So what are we going to do now love?"
Arc was silent for a time, thinking about an answer. He couldn't find a new one so he gave her the old one.
"I don't know Myra. I just don't know anything anymore."
At this she went to him and held on to him while planting a rather large kiss on his lips. Afterwards she bekoned him back to the tent.
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