(Written by Sethian of Prophecy, who managed to depict Saranini's personality perfectly) She sits there, at the river’s edge, a rose in her hair. Her silhouette rests against the old oak, slowly rising as she walks down to the stream. It wasn’t much of a surprise that when a friend of his suggested he could set up a blind date with an acquintance of his, Thorwick seized the opportunity immediately. Come on, Thorwick. Grab yourself by the neck. “Hi, I’m Thorwick,” that’s all it takes. Let’s go, old chap. “G-g-g-good day, m’am,” said Thorwick, bowing deep. “I am-“ “Uh, I was thinking...” “I kid.”