[i]Though the cold breeze blew threw, Alon's arms didn't show signs of goosebumps or the such. In fact, he looked perfectly comfortable; warm, even. Looking over at Alyssa, he smiled at the way she wrapped herself up in the blanket; it reminded him of a little girl, though he didn't dare state it.[/i] Who am I? You may call me Alonfé, or Alon for short. Put briefly, I'm a mage; a well-traveled one, at that. I've seen things most people would only wish, or unwish, they'd seen. Nothing too special about me, though. As for as you should know, I'm an ordinary guy. [i]The grin on his face said more, but it was clear he wasn't giving up any more information that easy. Running a hand along the front of his hair, he made sure it was still up. Absentmindedly, he flexed his metallic fingers, as if enjoying or hating the feeling of them at the same time. [/i] And how about yourself, my friend? What is your name, and where do you hail from?