Lance had been wandering from the city not very long now...only a few hours. Usually he'd wander for days on end doing nothing, but this time he came across a place he hadn't been before as he headed over near the coast. Far as he could tell, it was somewhat of a small city, clearly filled with bandits and the like. Pitiful...Lance never could see the point in them. All they did was go around stealing, taking things that they didn't even seem to be able to use anyway. Why take money when one could take the things they'd use said money for? It was foolish. Nonetheless, Lance wandered the small town for now, smashing one person who'd foolishly tried to steal from him into a wall, after which everyone avoided him.

Xylia slowly walked through an empty back ally, her black cloak pulled low over her face hiding the black eyes that lay behind the shadows. Xylia had no idea how she had come to this place, she did not even know what this place was, nor did she care. Dusk was starting to fall and the first of the stars began to appear in the sky above, twinkling like little diamonds tossed across a navy and black canvas.

Xylia's mind was void of all thoughts as she trudged slowly down the street, she had been wandering. Wandering for a very, very long time. She had not eaten, had not slept. A small voice had told her to find a Tavern, sleep for a few hours, but she disregarded the voice.

She had taken to the woods, just outside of the thief town. Xylia leaned against an ancient old oak. Much like the tree the gypsies had found her leaning against so many years ago. She slid down, ending up in a cross-legged position on the ground. Her cloak rippled around her in the soft breeze as she stare at a large bonfire in the distance, listening to the pirates, obviously drunk, yell and sing.

Lance stopped walking for a moment, sensing something rather familiar just outside of this small pirate town. As he looked over in the direction he seemed to feel it from, something happened to him that never had in quite some time...his clothes changed slightly to that of a black, almost noble-looking sleeveless shirt, somewhat tight black pants and boots, and a sort of tattered-looking dark brown cape...Landen's outfit. Now he was truly sure of what it was he had felt, and walked over in the direction that she clearly was in, disregarding the surprise and fear of all the pirates around him, coming from both him smashing one of their number into a building, and from his sudden change in outfit.

It didn't take him long to get to where the person was, seeing that she was clearly resting somewhat, likely having been wandering for a few days...something that wasn't any problem at all to him, but would be to others. "Been a while, hasn't it? Surprised to see you around here."