It was with a heavy sigh that Shield settled down at the bar of Armadillo's inn. He brushed sand off of his shoulders, but he knew that the sand that had made it down inside of the armor was going to be the bigger concern. "Why have I been spending so much time on the fifth floor?" he grumbled to himself. He placed an order for a vanity item to drink to refresh himself as a stranger settled into the seat beside him at the bar. "I have been asking myself the same question all day,"