"No thank you," Seed replied. "but could you bring me another of these poppyseed biscuits?"

The little girl curtsied and walked back into the kitchen. Such a quaint town, I haven't been here since the last City-State war. it sure has improved. Seed turned his head and looked out the window of the inn, it was getting dark. Seed waved over to the innkeep.

"Yes my lord? Asked the innkeep.

"I will be needing a room for the night, with an early meal in the morning. I have to get back to L'Renouille as soon as possible." Seed stood up from the chair and walked up the steps to his room. He unlocked the door to his room and walked it, closing the door behind him. Then he untied his robe and threw it on a nearby chair. Next he untied his sheath and placed it on the end table. Seed pulled back the bed sheet and climed in.

Hours passed and Seed was having trouble sleeping.

Insomnia is the work of the dark runes.

Insomnia speaks in the language of death and despair.

Insomnia is is..... Evil.

Seed recited over and over in his head. Suddenly he heard the floor creacking, slowly it got closer, Seed could hear footfalls getting closer, they stoped infront of his door. Seed climed out of the bed and picked up his sword. He slowly walked over to the door being sure to step softly. Suddenly he kicked the door open holding his sword up to the throat of the shadowed fugure. "Who are you?" he demanded.

The dark figure remained silent, he was completly engulfed in shadows. Then Seed heard a silent chuckle. "I'm hurt Seed, you don't remember me? I thought we were so close."

I recognize that voice."Who are you?" Seed asked.

The darkened figure chuckled again. He steped forward slightly, letting the small amount of candle light splash on his scared face. "Now do you recognize me?" He asked with a sly expression on his face.

"Duncan?" Seed said as he lost strength in his arms lowering his sword. "How...How? I thought I killed you."

"Seed, dear boy. You really should have taken my head. Now there is a way to make sure someone is dead. So shall we talk buisness?"

Seed walked over to a candle and lit it. "I have nothing to discuss with you Duncan."

"Oh I think we do Seed, mainly that rune on your left hand."

"Ha, you realise there are better ways to get a Flowing rune Duncan. Don't you? Or have all those years of being dead dulled your brain?"

"That really hurt me Seed, we both know what I mean." He paused for a short moment. "Give me the True Knight Rune Seed."

Seed broke out in laughter. "And you thought that if you simply showed up that I would give it to you?"

"No, like ten years ago I'm going to give you a choice. Give me the rune or I shall make your life very unplesant."

"Your humour is quite exceptional Duncan. But my answer is still....No"

By now Duncan was not pleased. In fact he had a look of hatred in his scared face. "Very well, but let this be known Seed! I will not rest until I have that rune!" Duncan said as he turned around and walked down the steps of the inn.