how so? I have Ozi on msn. What do you want me to tell him?)) She frowned and watched him from where she sat. "What's wrong? Are you going after him? Vrix I've tried he wouldn't even listen to me. I think he just needs some time to think things through. He doesn't quite know what he is yet. Maybe we should just leave him be."
Vrix paused. He growled and turned to her. "Jak will find his way in time. No, i'm heading for the local police station. Stir up some trouble." He finished buttoning up his shirt and pulled on the jacket. He then strapped on his pistol holsters and a sheaf for his sword. He then sat back on the bed and grabbed his boots. He glanced at his shredded, torn and ripped black leather trench coat draped over the back of a broken hospital bed and sighed. "Damn." He mouthed.
She winked and started walking again. Inside the box was a bone knife with a picture professionally painted on the blade. It was a painting of the valley the cliff over looked. He'd recognize it as the cliff they fought on. The sun was shining down into the misty valley. Part of the cliff was missing, obviously it had been struck by lightning. “It wasn’t easy to get. I hope you like it.”