There were many people in town today, and they were all huddled among the narrow sidewalks, whispering. A beautiful, smiling brunette walked down the middle of the road (there were rarely cars in Resenbool), oblivious to the commotion. She waved and greeted people, and they smiled back uncertainly. She was known for her gentle kindness.
The reason for the bustle, was that there was a newcomer in town. A foreigner. Not far ahead, the crowd had split and a man walked through. The woman froze.
He was tall, and muscular. His golden blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but his face was expressionless. His long brown trench coat rustled as he walked, and he carried a large, square suitcase.
The man's face lit up as his gaze fell upon the woman. He walked forward, and halted in front of her.
"Hello, miss. Do you know what's wrong with these people? They stare like starving dogs."
She was pulled out of her reverie. "Uh... we don't get travelers very often in Resenbool."
"So that's what they call this place," he mused, glancing to the horizon. He turned back to her.
"Pleased to meet your acquaintance. I'm Hohenheim Elric." He held out a large hand.
She took it hesitantly, and the man pulled her close before wrapping his arms around her.
"Trisha Brookes," the woman gasped in shock, though the mans hold was warm and reassuring.
"Trisha Brookes," Hoenheim whispered. "I think that we shall become good friends."
