The old man shut his eyes as he began to think about his youth. How he missed his younger years, toiling away in the hard soil besides his parents, working the land and tending to the farm. However it was not to say his youth had been glorious, he still remembered the shattering break up of his first love. How his heart still ached to this day remembering her. THe old fool pondered wondering whatever happened to his first love after she moved away to the city of Era. In all his years of travels he had never bothered to look her up to find out what she had done with her life. He supposed it was to late to bother doing now. There was no point in looking her up now, after-all he didn't know if she was even still alive. It was a miracle he was as old as he was at eighty-five. He didn't know when he would croak and take his last breath.
The old man sighed out as he kicked the chair back into its default position and slowly stood up. He crossed the room in the inn he was staying at and walked over to the front door where his walking stick was. He supposed he should get a move on as he was suppose to meet some kid name Jacob down by the docks for some quest the kid needed done. The old man put his pipe up and placed it on the kitchen bench before grabbing his walking stick. Genjiro adjusted his haori and cloths before opening the door, making sure he had his keeps, and shut the door behind him. The old man then headed over to the lift taking it down to the bottom floor and entered the streets of Hargeon. The eighty-five year old man with an insanely long beard looked around with tired red hues before walking towards the Hargeon docks.
WC: 510