The man raises his hand from its poised position above his holstered revolver and brings it to the air, somewhat confused by the man's inquiry. "Cobalt Phoenix? I know no such title, stranger. I'm here looking for a boy - skin like mine, about 15-16 with dark brown hair and eyes. I blacked out and all I can remember recently is waking up out here. My apologies stranger, I think you have me confused for someone else." [i]Phoenix? The people wouldn't give me such a title. They branded me as an exile - what exile has a name sounding so honourable?[/i]