An Edan with flame-red hair sat at a nearby table and watched. "He could be the one." he thought.

After a while, he left and returned carrying a great green halberd. "Elean," he said, "Have you mastered the blade yet?"

Only now seeing the black-cloaked man through a beery haze, the young Elf replied, "Not yet, almost. I am so near..." His voice trailed off.

The Edan hesitated. "This can't wait," he thought, "I must do this."

"Take this," he said. "It is from your past and for your future. You will recognise it."

The Elf looked at the axe in puzzlement. "I do not..." he began. And then he stopped. Something about the great weapon awoke a faded memory.

"It is named 'Venin' and it is a Demon Slayer," said the Edan. "Use it to free them."

And then the human was gone. Only the blade remained to prove it was not a dream. Elean slowly began to realise what this all meant, and he was not sure he liked it.