The winter air was heavily chilled and almost mist-like. A young woman with a similar name was walking around an unknown district with a long brown cloak draped around her body, hiding her brunette head beneath its hood. Proceeding to wander the streets, ocean blue eyes surveyed the buildings and small population with interest, but also an impassive attitude. This was not her world, so she was not familiar with anyone, and even wondered if she would be able to understand the language. The world she came from consisted of monarchies, magic, swords, piracy, and two races consisting of the Beorc and the Laguz - those with the traits of dragons, birds, wolves and feline beasts. But the people here were quite different; their eyes were as crimson as blood, something she was all too familiar with. Having battled and survived through two wars, the sight of blood was nothing new to her. Brushing past a stranger, an edge of the cloak was pulled away to reveal a silver sword and blue gemmed staff. Not wanting to attract attention to her, the woman pulled the cloak back over her body quickly and hurried away. No one else in the area wore weaponry, she didn't know the laws of the land, so she avoided being seen with her weapons. Should the time come, she would not hesitate to protect herself. She continued to walk, her eyes caught the sight of several men walking in front of her, their armour standing out against the fog. She stopped a moment, tilting her head in thought before she brushed the thought away and began walking again. She wanted no trouble and turned down onto a main street, just looking around and getting the sights familiarized.

Meta Naito had momentarily wandered away from Altea to explore. The sky was grey with snow falling all around him, as he shimmied about enjoying the winter wonder land. Altea truly was beautiful with a soft blanket of snow. It wasn't long before he began to fall almost into a meditative state, by the ambience that surrounded him. He lowered his over sized eyes and started to think. about Marth. He had been absent for quite sometime. Leaving him with alot of responsibility, including the responsibility of helping Aiku, or Ike as he was more familiar the task to ensure the safety of his youngest sister Mist. If it was one thing Meta Naito did well, it was surviving. Being in a war for thousands of years had honed his skills, he was an expert at out door living. And could go days, even weeks with out food or water. But there was nothing to worry about here, if he got thirsty enough a scoop of snow would do the trick. Ike had sent Meta Naito out to seek out Mist, and ensure she was safe and sound. While Ike stayed behind, to watch over the ones left in charge of the throne. During the blue haired, princes absence. He wouldn't let Ike down. He knew it contained a moderate level of urgency, but he decided to take his time on this one, with no real means to cause offence.. He just had a lot on his mind today. However, Chivalry was part of being a knight, even if a female still trained in the fighting arts, knew how to wield a weapon but was in any form of danger. He would waste no time in lending assistance. By the way Ike described her to him, he got the impression that this young woman, was no mere damsel in distress. But in similar likeness of her brother. In other words, she faired well in combat just like her had a high respect for the Greil family, even though he didn't know much about them. Except for the unfortunate demise or fate the father had met, which Ike revealed to him he had witnessed. Meta Naitos thinking would dampen his awareness, for he would soon find himself fading away into unfamiliar territory, into an unfamiliar kingdom or town. He would let out a semi surprised hum before proceeding forward, stepping foot into the little worry of the consequences, that may rise upon his appearance. His mask made him appear quite intimidating, there was bound to be trouble. This place seemed a bit war torn itself, the people seemed a tad ignorant and rude, as if holding a grudge on something that happened along time ago...

Seeing the main street, Mist was surprised at what she saw, and that it looked nothing like the markets back at her home. The streets had vendors selling everything from dead snakes to dried foods that looked horrible and smelled foul. Covering her nose and turning away from the vendors, she went down the opposite side of the street, noticing more men with swords and armor, posters along buildings advertised the newest laws set in, apparently this country was at war with their neighbour. Stopping to read one of the posters, Mist narrowed her eyes and made a sound of annoyance, turning on her heel and continuing down the street. It had said that no woman could ever be above the men who fought for them, thus no woman was allowed to join their military ranks. A small smile passed their lips, if they knew a woman was walking around with a sword, what would they do? Not too eager to find out, Mist skid over some ice, her boots sliding from the lack of traction before she caught her footing and walked into a snow drift to keep herself from sliding again.A few passers-by noticed her slip up and started snickering to themselves. But Mist ignored them, looking around for a place to step into and warm up. Spotting a pub, she hurried inside and settled into a corner booth, making sure to keep the swords hidden. A large group of soldiers were sitting in the opposite corner, drinking and laughing loudly as some women crowded around them with giggles. Mist lowered her hood to reveal long strands of brown hair cascading down her shoulders. She ordered something hot to drink and kept her attention to herself, surveying the patrons with silent eyes.

Sir Meta Knight had been through hell, waging a war against Night Mare and Night Mare Enterprises for thousands of years, with a mighty but small group of individuals rebelling against Nightmare known as Star Warriors. Dilapidated atmospheres was nothing surprising to him, he's witnessed death and experienced failure. But his hope and refusal to accept defeat, after loosing the tiring battle, was what had kept him alive the entire time. To this day, despite the war and with Nightmare now apparently defeated, he continued to seek out young warriors. In hopes that they will join him, and others like him sharing similar beliefs. To fight for justice, harmony, and freedom. It was never an easy task, but progess had been made over time. Darkness now fell over this broken little town, people were beginning to lock up their shops, and shutdown for the evening .But it was after darkness had fallen, that this town begun to show its uglier side, it was time to find shelter. This wasn't because he lacked faith in his abilities, for he was very much the opposite, he was very confident in his abilities. He just didn't want any trouble, because he would be more than happy to oblige if desired.

His search for shelter had brought him to the only place that seemed to have any form of life, a tavern. "This doesn't surprise me…" he thought as he stepped inside ...

His appearance was noticed right away, because he was different and not even human, would he be underestimated again?

He was expensive looking compared to the other soldiers, guards, and knights that crowed the bar. His cape was ivory white, containing sheer traces of mithril. This made his cape appear to almost shimmer when exposed to light, this helped balance out his rather light weight, with out limiting his mobilty. The engraving that stretched along his back, as well as the inside his cape were of a smoky grey violet color. The hem of his cape was dipped in 24 k gold. But his cape, wasn't the only thing decorated in such luxury. His mask had been reinforced with titanium, and painted with gold along the edge and along where relief was most abundant. Including the center of his mask, where a bright red ruby now nestled, just above the screen where he would see out of. His enormous feet were also reinforced with a steel toe, dipped in 24k solid gold that fit like a glove, over his familiar tinted purple metal boots. Accentuated with a large gold buckle snap closure, fitted for a sure fit.

His Galaxia hilt would clank against him as he wandered in deeper into the tavern grabbing the attention of the soldiers who sat at a distant table...

Meta Naito would take note of it, his eyes turning a pink color as he shifted them in their direction, as he passed to reach the bar. To sit upon a stool next to someone who had already called it a night ,and passed out at the table

Almost immediately was he greeted by a woman in a low cut dress, seeming to be corseted around the waist as it squeezed her chest in such a way, that made her bust appear much larger than it actually was, she leaned on the counter

"Hello cutie pie, what can I get for you ? "

Meta Naito would speak with his deep voice, that always sounded it had been summoned from the very depths of his body. It caused the woman's expression to somewhat turn to one of unease...

"A pint of honey mead, and pint of dignity to start would be a nice gesture, Thank you"

"I apologize, Sir". She stuttered her face turning red, as she disappeared to the other side to prepare his pint, and take care of other matters. Such as shooing away the ones that were now just in the way , the place was beginning to get packed

. While he waited his eyes would scan his surroundings, shifting one over his left paldron as he took notice of a group of soldiers preparing to leave and pay up, they headed his way.

After the stand was cleared, he'd find his pint sliding down his way. Where he was preparing to catch it, only to have someone else take it .Kregus,one of those soldiers, a well known trouble maker.

"Aren't you a little "small," to be drinking?" he taunted as he drank his pint...

The bar maid interrupted him "You'll, have to pay for his drink...Kregus!"

Meta Naitos eyes would turn pink, as he would let out out a rather low chuckle as the bar maid handed him another pint, while watching closely over Kregus.

Kregus would lean down close over his shoulder, and say. "Who do you think you are? Coming in here, displaying the symbol of ALTEA!"

Kregus unsheathed his blade, and pointed at Meta Naitos back. There were gasps and then people scrambling to get out, but some remained wondering where this was going to go. Cheering, trying their hardest to provoke a fight.

Meta Naito was no longer amused, the moment he heard the blade unsheathe, was the moment his amusement faded.

He finally spoke his voice deep and hollow, like the the mighty growl of a male lion.

"Lower your weapon, there are innocent people here."

"And If I refuse?" He said, pressing it more firmly against his back...

Meta Naito very calmly stood in his stool, filling Kregus with pride, that he was going to flush the little warrior out of the pub, when suddenly he disappeared. His entire cape almost seeming to take him into an entire different dimension, whirling all around him as if he was wringing himself out like a wet cloth for one second.

Meta Naito reappeared behind Kregus with his huge cape fanning out behind him as he reapeared before they transformed into a pair of wings stunning the soldiers that stood behind him causing them to topple backward a bit

And nestled the side of the sacred three pronged golden blade against the throat of Kregus and reply...

"Or pay the consequences …"Now, out with you."