This is another beautiful evening in Fiore, there's a guy who always sits on the Sabertooth-Headquarter's balcony. He's Rufus Lore, a slim young man who always so poetic toward anything he sees or feels.
Rufus is enjoying his tea, when suddenly the weather had turned cold and a chill breeze was blowing.
"Hmm... so, the winter is coming, eh?" he said slowly.
He put his cup of tea and starts the haiku*(*Japanese's poem),
"Here comes the December,
Even my beloved season can't last any longer,
But, at least i can still remember,
Every cries and laughs we did together.
Nobody cares about the poem,
Even the pretty lady who stay at the home,
But, if this lowly minstrel is so worthy,
May i accept Your Lady's beauty?"
He stop his haiku and sighed.
"Hmm... not good enough, eh? But, at least you can heard it, can't you? Heheh..."
He smiles gently at the sky.
"Ah... looks like the wind already took control over the night. Times to go, then... mademoiselle."
He walks silently leave the balcony.
