Part 1 Unknown Serenity Björn woke up in a bed, in a room he still had to get used to, within a building that while good to look at wasn´t really made in his style. People came and people went away, but he was always there, in this same room. They asked him questions about the past and when they didn´t find out what they wanted they tried it with torture, then with reading his mind but Björn wasnt that young dwarve from a centurie ago. Compared to what he saw and went through, this was childs play. When they were done and still with no information, they tried to wipe his short term memory, but after (persumably) the third time Ambella pulled that trick on him that wouldn´t work, as he came prepaired. Of course he played the old senile fool and stuck with the story they told him. That he decided to retire, that he chose this "retirement home" out of his own free will, that his friends and family don´t have time to visit him anymore, that he forgot how he told them to "go away" . But he knew the truth. Björn is just biding his time to act, to get his vengance. However, he learned from Grey that "...a good hunter takes the orpertunities he gets, but a great hunter makes his own, let his prey get used to him, like a shadow always by its side and when he is close enought to ensure a kill shot, he brings the beast down in one, deadly action." However today is not the day. They gave him a forge, just like he asked them. "It helps me relaxe and find my inner peace" he told them. Fools, he thought, while he couldn´t kill all of them with a dull spoon, like once Corvus did, he now has been given the tools to create, and what weapons he will "show" them. About now would be the time when the usual, busty nurse would come in and bring his breakfast and "medicin" , but today was different. He heard a knock on the door, when he didnt answer... again. Wierd, he thought, as the nurse usualy would just barg in. "Come in" he yelled, the door opened slowly and in the doorway stood a human boy, maybe in his late teens, with short brown hair and bright green eyes. Kinda like his own, but the face... it was a bit beaten up, with a big bandaid on his left cheek covering a bruse but it looked kind, inviting, somewhat familiar the kind that you are certain you met his father or mother at least once and he had this air around him that just made you feel at ease. He on the other hand looked so nervous like he was about to shit himself. "Mister Alvstett ?" the boy asked and had a food tray in his hands "Maybe. Some days I can´t really remember who I am myself. " Björn answered. He still had to uphold his reputation as "....an old, senile, asshole" as to quote the nurse. "What do you want boy? And what´s with this look , like you are about to piss yer pants !" at this the boy flinched, became even more pale than he was and starts to mutter something " What is it? I can´t hear yer focking voice, if you keep being such a little bitch. So, speak. the fuck. up !"
