[i][b]Ashes in the Wind.[/b][/i] [i]As the old rusty door slowly slid open, its gears turning for the first time in years. The Saint closed his eyes as a chill slowly crept down his spine from the top of his head to his toes. What he'd find in the room of his old "acquaintance", as he called Noble now a days. No one could know, not yet. The door made a grinding sound as it abruptly came to a halt. He stepped inside the frigid room and ran his hand across the left side of the wall until he found a switch. He slowly flipped the switch upward, the room quickly illuminated and was revealed before his very eyes. Along the right wall was Noble's own personal armory. All that was left was his two pristine clean Desert Eagles, his dirty and battered armor, and his dusty helmet. He took his robes and lightsabers with him to the grave. Farther down on his left hand side was a closet, bookshelf, bed, and desk. Noble's personal laptop was left shut, yet plugged in. Scattered along the desk was handwritten notes, a Verizon Fios bill with a score and bets written down on the paper under it. Yet what stood out to The Saint was the formal letter enclosed with a red seal atop the laptop. As he picked up the letter his hands started to tremble, his legs felt like they were going to give out on him. Yet he just stood there, letter in hand as if someone froze him in ice. [/i] [spoiler]Open, Also open to feedback. I know it wasn't much but every little bit helps.[/spoiler]