As she advanced toward the table, she grabed her staff and prepared to bash a few heads.
'Here we go again..'she thought as a grin lit her face.
Just as she was about to enter the fray, she heard a low, familiar voice: "I don't think you want to do that." The owner of that voice, of course, was Ahn.
'Oh well, I just sit this one out,' she decided, taking a seat at the table next to the fray. The thugs began to laugh, but now Sola could see that look in Ahn's eyes and could guess what was comming. When he had dispatched of the thugs (after sending one screaming), he started to laugh:
"Weak," he said, turning away in contempt. Just then, he noticed Sola watching him, a grin lighting her face.
"Ahn," she said.
"Sola!" he yelped stupidly.
'Ah, that kid. Same old Ahn, hasn't changed one bit. Still getting into trouble, just like that time back where he used to live. I do remember literally draging him out o' that mess, thought he was quite a bit chubbier back then'
He obviously remembered as well, by the bright red color now displayed on his face.
"Last I recall, ye -you be owing me a favor," she smiled.
Ahn groaned.
