Summer 503 AV
The day was overcast. Large dark clouds were strewn across the sky and threatened to explode at any moment. Thunder clapped and rolled as the crew of the Swift filed off the decks for their shore leave. The ship was a medium sized Zeltivan Naval ship that had asked to come into dock because of the brewing storm. Rand pushed the stray strands of hair out of his face. His hair was short, but starting to gain the length it would one day become. His mind was elsewhere as he stepped foot on solid ground for the first time in weeks. Rand moved forward beginning to search for a place to stay.
As Rand walked he noticed his fellow naval men moving off and filling up the bars and inns of Syliras. Rand kept walking, as he didnt want to have to socialize with the men of his ship any longer. He reminisced back to the ship, to the constant jeers, taunts, and general cruelty from his peers. He was different, yes, but he was just trying to do his duty. Rand, continued to wander through the streets, his head in the clouds, his thoughts turning to home, how he'd managed to miss putting flowers on his mother's grave. His father was probably at sea, and here was Rand.....
The rain burst suddenly along with a brilliant flash of lightning. The rain came in furious sheets, slanting sideways and pelting Rand's face. He quickly came back to himself, realizing he had no clue where he was as he'd been meandering mindlessly through the streets. Rand started to move quickly as his clothes and boots became soaked to the bone. As he ran he he noticed that there were no inns or bars around. Suddenly Rand noticed a large building, he wasn't sure but it looked like a half-way home or something of that sort. Above the door was a sign. It read "The Welcome Home". Rand decided to take a chance he ran up knocking on the door loudly hoping for a reply.