Makkani walked down the streets of Dazil slowly, finally free of the weight of Galia's armor, gazing into the sky. His new reawakening had brought many changes, some pleasant, some unpleasant, though aside from the ragged wound on the back of his left shoulder, he was feeling pretty good.

His mind suddenly blanks as he spots a Gebler squad up ahead. He ducks behind the alley. 'God,' he thinks, 'how stupid am I!? I'm still wanted in this town... though I doubt Joseph expects to see me returned...' He slides out of the alley cautiously, and slips into the tavern. Relieved, he walks over to the bar. Completely empty, too early in the morning for even the heaviest of drinkers.

"Perfect," he mutters, as he grabs some grapefruit jusice and kicks back. "No activity, no soldiers... no smoke, no fire... I'll just hang out here for a while..." He digs into his pocket and pulls out a small book. He looks through it. He slowly raises his eyebrow as he finds the brightly circled date. "Hmm... 50 years...already?" He smiles a bit as he puts away the book.

"Maybe Casske'll get me one of those Nisan turtles I like so much."