13th October, 1340
For the first time in almost a month, Jon stood at the entrance to the inn in the outer ring of the city having no official duty and having time to do whatever he wanted to do. He could hear all the noise from inside the inn and smiled to himself, he had missed the place and his friends. Wherever in the world he was and whatever in the world he would become, the commoners district in the capital of Nirvana remained the place he called his home. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out the ring that he had not been able to take his mind off since the very first day he laid his eyes on it. He kept having the feeling that he had seen it before kept resurfacing in his thoughts and he kept pushing it back. He held it in front of him and rubbed his fingers across the so
