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She's a Sage now....His very best friend. Aine. The Sage of Spirit. Richic couldn't be more happier then that...and yet he was sad. One of these days he was gonna confess something to her...he thought he was gonna be able to have a nice life. He took a quick breath in, waking up to the stinging cold of the desert. He groans a bit, mentally berating himself for not staying behind, warming himself up, drinking with friends and talking with-....yeah, maybe that was why he left in a hurry. Richic can't be Richic around Aine anymore...he feels that this would only hurt his cause of protecting the sage. Yes, some con protect themselves but her...s

Morning rolled across Hyrule. The birds chirpping, the breeze glazing across the fields. The bright rays hit the field like a matchstick, illuminating its glory to parts where the Dark hasn't engulf the land. Richic} Walking out onto the plains was the Spoony Bard. he played his Lute to keep his mind off of things and to keep a company that was more or less music worthy. Richic takes a nice deep breath to smell the morning breeze. It was quite nice. Raila} Raila was watching the sunrise, mesmerized. She'd always loved sunrises, they brought hope to the dark and corrupted world of hyrule. From far away she could hear the faint musical sounds

Night falls upon Hyrule, a sign for some to stop their work, close up shop and go tuck themselves into bed. The World has and rest its head from its far off moon glow. Some patrons however view it as a time for celebration or excuses to drink. And the small few means work, mainly the one providing nightly entertainment in the forms of dancing, singing or instrumental play. Richic} On a Night like this filled with patrons, swigging away at their Aile, Richic couldn't help but to feel in the Right place in the Right time, then again, anytime is the right time. Playing away with his Lute a fine fellow melody, suited for a night like this. Eve}

An open fire rages in a dug out pit laced with rock. Sitting close was Richic, the old groggy traveler from parts unknown, across from his that stuffing his face was a young Shiekah Lad. He was given the name Kalder Crim. It was fitting cause those eyes of his are red and puff from crying his heart out. Poor lad. He told Richic that he and his parents was running away from a Necromancer...the parents wasn't so lucky. Richic was lucky to find this kid alive and well...sorta. He didn't give him much, more or less a blanket he could wrap himself in when he sleeps. The Bard could say he would bring him back to where he live but the Boy replied t