[i][b][u]Mid-Day, on a hill nearby the Dojo where Balthazar and Po's house used to be.[/u][/b][/i] [u]Sunlight glares down upon the decrepit house as the now thirty foot tree sways in the wind. Planted close to the date of their departure, it has grown tall since the last time it's had a visitor. On this day, it and the once cosy house, now fallen into disrepair, would receive a visitor... a visitor in search of information. As the overgrown grass sways and the unkempt weeds flourish in the old garden, the gravel path unused for such a time is disturbed for the first time in years. Heavy steps crunched along the path leading towards the house as a massive figure makes his way up the hill. Light glints off of the man's armor, his helmet nowhere to be seen, and his weapons the same. His relatively short hair is compensated for by his massive beard, his handsome features accentuated by the chrome buffering on the strange metal. Walking up to the door, he moves his hand towards the handle to open it. Before he can touch the handle he pauses, sucking in his breath as he debates the action in his head. His hand shakes as he moves closer, the color draining from his face. He grasps the handle firmly, pushing forwards. The door cracks before shattering and breaking away from the handle, it's hinges rusted and broken from the years of disuse. Looking into the darkened house, his eyes search for something- anything that could lead to the location of his father. Moving into the house, Bjorn begins to search.[/u] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]