*Shiff walks into his room at the Leringard Arms Inn & Tavern and lays a scroll case on the table in the center, and places a black leather bound book beside it. He sighs, and looks at Vicious leaning against the wall alone, still covered in the dried remains of the last thing to be slain by it. He removes his Leather Surcoat and places it on a chair, then drops his packs and bags at the foot of the futon in his room. He then looks back to the box, the box that contains all the memories of the past few years, the box Valmara gave him all those years ago. He then stands and picks up the box, and places it in the chest in his room, hiding it in the bottom*
"I hope I forget I even have it*
*he closes the lid on the chest and lays himself on his futon to gamble with the nightmares that often plague his sleeping mind. Thus begins a new chapter in the life of a Striker.*
Yo ho, Yo Ho! A Private Life for me! (Chapter 1)