The RPG

Yendar was walking down the street in town, it wasnt quite day break yet but as Yendar looked up he saw a hat blowing across the street like a tumbleweed. It looked like a hat that one of his close friends wore when Yendar last saw him. He rushed over and grabbed the hat up before it disappeared from the street lights beam. It was his old friends hat, but his friend had been killed by human years ago and had been buried next to a road overlooking a cliff where they used to play as children.

Yendar knew the only respectful thing to do was take the hat to his friends grave and say a few words, so Yendar got onto hiss motorcycle craft and speed off through the mourning air towards the childhood friend's grave. He arrived after about half an hour of traveling. The grave was 20 ft off the road and a tree marked with a sign was at the head of the grave, the sign read: Here lies Kelioux, a young man who ran out of luck one night in a card game.

Yendar placed the hat on a low hanging limb and said a few words of the memories he recalled from his childhood with the boy. 

Yendar: Have peace my friend.

With that Yendar turned and rode off back towards the city.