Edward Zobek
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Post by Edward Zobek on Apr 11, 2014 16:27:49 GMT -6
Edward looked up large wooden gate as he approached the sturdy stone walls of Tuscana. The gate itself was of simple make, consisting solely of wood and cast iron with little in the way of decoration upon it, but it did look sturdy, and when it came to gates that was of the utmost importance. It wasn't a grand sight, but then again, Tuscana wasn't a grand house. Of all the houses of Lycia, Tuscana was one of the lesser. Located right on the riverside, it served as a primary stopover for many of the Lycian river traders traveling between Ryerde, Laus, and Araphen, and indeed made a pretty penny off of such trade, but served little other purpose. With mountains to the North and other Lycian territories to the East, South, and West, Tuscana did not have much contact with anything outside of Lycia, and any attempts at enforcing tariffs on goods traveling through its land were usually met by harsh rebuke by the neighboring territories. Thus Tuscana found its place comfortably at the foot of the Lycian League.
Still, it was odd. As sturdily built as the battlements were, Edward didn't remember Tuscana having any sort of wall last time he was here. Then again, he hadn't been here in years. Clearly the security had gone up since then. A strong wind blowing in his face, the old knight pulled up his scarf to cover his mouth, protecting lips chapped from long days on the road. He then noticed an armed guard step out of the right guard tower, the sole living thing on an otherwise barren wall. "Ho there!" Edward cried, pulling his scarf down just enough to shout before pulling it snugly back up. The guard, hearing Edward, turned his attention down off of the wall. "Ho there, traveler! What business do you have here?" the guard asked, his voice jovial but his body language anything but. "Just an old man looking for his son," Edward replied, his arms retreating into the warmth of his cloak. The wind was picking up. "Your son lives here?" the guard replied. There was a pause, the guard clearly thinking. "Give me his name, then I can let you pass." "I don't recall Tuscana being so unfriendly when last I visited," the old knight lamented. He sighed, then looked down at the ground for a good moment before looking back up at the guard. "Times change, I'm afraid," the guard replied. "Tuscana used to be a peaceful land, but ever since the fall of Ostia we've found ourselves plagued with bandits, creatures, and the walking dead. Things like walls become necessary when such things are roaming about." Edward couldn't see the man's face well from where he was, but judging by his voice, Edward could tell the man did not say such things with any amount of gladness. "I apologize for any hardship that has been upon you, friend, but I do not know whether my son lives here, and if he did, I doubt he would be going by any name I could give you." The guard shook his head. "Then I can't let you in," he said. "I suggest you go back the way you came." "You would leave an old man out in the cold?" Edward asked, a pleading tone in his voice. The guard shook his head once again. "You wouldn't be the first brigand to ask me that." There was a tone of finality in the man's voice, a tone which Edward cursed under his breath. But curse as he might, he understood. This guard had a job to do, and he was doing it well. As inconvenient as it was, Edward applauded him for his efforts. It couldn't be an easy task, turning so many people away. "Very well, then. Take care," Edward replied, turning away from the gate. "Take care of yourself as well," the guard said, nodding in reply before continuing on his way across the wall.
Edward, now left with one less option, made his way off of the road and into a cluster of trees. Sitting down at the base of a tree, he pulled his pack off of his back and placed it in front of him. He could take shelter here, but he didn't feel like spending yet another night on the road, eating jerky and cereal out of his knapsack. Plus, if he didn't make his way into Tuscana, it would become just one less place to check for leads, and Gabriel was hard enough to find as it was. There had to be someway to get into the city. Edward just needed some time to think. Hopefully he wouldn't be out here all night.
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Burt
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Post by Burt on Apr 11, 2014 16:49:31 GMT -6
"Man security has really picked up since the last time I visited", spoke Burt as he was turned away from the gate. It was strange to him that they would turn people away so easily. Turning away travelers meant no trade and no trade meant no gold. Without gold you could not trade for goods and supplies. Things must be tough around these parts.
Burt took a moment and wrote down his conversation with the guard down in a note book he had. He needed to remember this event later when he begins to record the chaos of this age. History needed to be recorded and Burt was going to be the person to do it. As Burt walked away he noticed a old man sitting near a tree.
"Did they turn you away also", spoke Burt as he walked up to the man.
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Edward Zobek
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Post by Edward Zobek on Apr 13, 2014 1:11:27 GMT -6
Edward's eyes were closed as the newcomer approached, but the man's loud, clanking footfalls alerted the old knight to his presence long before he actually reached him. Thus, he was not surprised when he suddenly found himself being spoken to.
"Yes, yes they did," replied Edward. He looked up at the man, giving him a once over. He was a tall man, and even under his grey coat the old knight could tell the man was muscled like a work horse. And between the axe slung across his shoulder and the suit of riding armor, the contours of which Edward could easily identify under the man's grey cloak, the Etrurian could tell this man wasn't much for subtlety. That, or he was just always well prepared for the worst possible situation. Ah well, as long as he wasn't planning on causing any trouble.
Edward closed his eyes and rested his head back on his pack. He let out a slow sigh. He really wasn't in the mood to talk right now, least of all to complete strangers. "By the way you voiced your question I assume you've already been turned away?" the old knight said. His voice carried a questioning intonation, but he wasn't really asking. Edward already knew that the answer to the question was yes, he was really just indulging the man's need for idle conversation, though why he could not immediately say. The years upon years of forced politeness that gets beat into one's head growing up in the nobility does that to you. Small talk becomes as automatic as breathing or blinking. "I take it they show a bit of hesitance in letting visibly armed men walking right into town. Color me surprised."
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Burt
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Post by Burt on Apr 16, 2014 8:45:15 GMT -6
"Well I can't blame them", spoke Burt as he took a seat. "Let me properly introduce myself. I am Burt of Bern. I am a modern historian. I travel around recording significant events in history, or take notes on specific areas that have a historical significance in our current time. Currently I was hoping to get inside of the city and take note of its conditions. It would have made an excellent foot note in my writings about the lycia however it seemed I have been turned away. Well at the very least I can write about the tension growing in the area and how they are beginning to turn away travelers from their doors, but look at me I am rambling. You did not want to hear the rambling of a failing historian", spoke Burt as he rubbed the back of his head.
The fighter paused for a moment and then looked at Edward. "So might I ask why you hae come to the city. Possibly general travel, trade, or something more specific. Oh", spoke Burt as he suddenly realized the rudeness of his question. "If you don't want to give out that information that is fine. I will understand. Everyone is entitled to their privacy."
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Edward Zobek
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Post by Edward Zobek on Apr 28, 2014 22:52:06 GMT -6
Edward raised an eyebrow as the peculiar man began introducing himself, but did not turn his attention to him. He was not bothered by the man's rambling, as long as he wasn't expected to give his own life story. So, instead of returning a greeting in kind, the Etrurian instead fiddled with the strap on his satchel, listening to the man's piece before shaking his head.
"You sound more like a chronicler to me than a historian, Burt of Bern," Edward said, correcting the man's use of a title for his supposed profession. "A historian studies history and the changes that happen along the passage of time, and then draws conclusions from it. You, on the other hand, record it for historians to study later." He leaned forward, placing his forearms on his knees, and stared at the ground. "Perhaps that's why you're a 'failing historian' as you so eloquently put it."
"And you're right, what I do is my business," Edward continued, giving Burt the courtesy of a quick look before going back to the stick he had just found on the ground and had begun to spin between his fingers. "So I won't be divulging that to you, but I will tell you that my name is Edward, and that if you have any ideas on how to get inside of Tuscana, I am all ears."
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Burt
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Post by Burt on Apr 29, 2014 20:30:03 GMT -6
Cheeky old man, thought Burt. However the old man was right. Burt was more a chronicler than a actual Historian. Sitting around in a room reading was not his thing. Burt had to be there or go there after it happened. He had to be there in the muck of things. He was still a member of the Orange family, danger and excitement was in his blood. Once the dust had settled he would then sit down and look at it. As long as there was smoke in the air and stories to be had Burt was going to be there to record it first hand.
"Well you can say I am a multitasker", spoke Burt. "However when it comes to getting into the city I have no ideas. It is not often I get turned away at the door."
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Edward Zobek
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Post by Edward Zobek on May 3, 2014 22:39:50 GMT -6
"Hmm," was the only response Edward would give before letting his eyes wander over to the river. It wasn't often that he got turned away at the door either. So this man wouldn't be of much help. Not that he expected differently, but just because people usually fulfilled expectations didn't mean that the old Etrurian couldn't try to leave himself open to surprises. He just couldn't let himself get disappointed when they didn't.
Letting out a small, restful sigh, Edward continued to look out over the water. The now setting sun cast a rainbow of color over the river's surface, painting a very scenic picture that reminded the old knight of home. He recalled the quiet evenings spent teaching his son to fish on the riverside, and remembered even quieter evenings so many years later spent wistfully remembering those earlier trips. It was a bittersweet memory, one that fueled Edward's desire to find Gabriel all that much more. Yes, the years they had lived apart were gone, and there was no way to get them back, but that wouldn't stop the old knight from trying to make the most of what he had left. Lives could be cut short at a moment's notice, and Edward had learned long ago not to take that for granted. But unfortunately forces out of his control had done everything they could to tear his family apart. Now it was his job to put it back together.
"So what will you do now?" he asked Burt of Bern, still staring nostalgically at the river. "It's getting late, and I don't advise traveling at night." The old man's eyebrows furrowed. Night was poor for traveling, but there were a few things, one thing in particular, that it was good for. Perhaps this night he would take advantage of it.
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Post by Edward Zobek on May 22, 2014 23:34:27 GMT -6
It was late into the night when Edward awoke. The moon, full and bright, was high in the night sky, and there was naught a sound but the hooting of an eagle owl. Even the Tuscana river made very little noise, as the city of Tuscana had purposefully been built at a bend where the water was very still. It made easier for the traders to maneuver their boats.
Stretching his arms out in a large yawn, the mage-knight's eyes fluttered lazily, each blink pushing the sleep from his eyes. His first movements were slow, still weighed down by the grogginess of newly brushed off sleep, but it did not take his mind long to begin asking questions. Had he fallen asleep? Clearly, but when? The last thing he remembered was talking to that odd "historian" with the axe. Curse his age, nodding off in the middle of a conversation like that! As his eyes began to stay open, Edward saw the outline of a tree not ten feet away from him. It was the same tree he'd fallen asleep in front of. Good. At least he hadn't been abducted. He looked up to the sky. The moon being where it was, the Etrurian figured it was sometime after midnight. That meant he'd been asleep for at least four hours, and that Burt fellow was nowhere to be seen.
"Did he take anything?" the mage-knight asked himself aloud as the rest his body began to fully awake. His heart rising a bit, the older man patted himself down. He felt his mace still attached to his belt, his books still in their satchel, and his pack still sitting on his lap where he had put it. But his fears were not fully assuaged. Had the man, no, had Burt taken anything out of his pack? Food, or coin? Edward unbuckled his rucksack and rooted through it. His rations were still inside, and his coin purse was still full and fastened to the inside of the opening flap. Everything else, as well, also seemed to be in it's rightful place. Edward let out a sigh of relief as his heart returned to its rightful place in his chest. While having brought only just enough gold to travel, and lacking in jewels of any kind, the old mage-knight still had some things very valuable to him old rucksack. If they got stolen from him, he would be very upset.
Sitting up straight, Edward looked around. Still no sign of the chronicler. Perhaps it was for the better. Easier to move in secret alone, and the Etrurian would need to be able to move in secret if he was going to sneak into Tuscana. Edward knew that despite the security at the gate, the city couldn't be on completely lock down otherwise the city would starve. Since city's main economy came through by water, the mage-knight figured that the river would be the most easily accessible entrance. And there probably wasn't any more than a normal night watch going on at the docks, since a river raid would be more difficult than what most bands of thugs were willing to attempt, and even more difficult for the shambling dead. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but Edward had planned to wait until nightfall and attempt to sneak into the city using the waterway, and past midnight was as good a time as any. So pulling himself to his feet and making sure his belongs were secure and in their correct places, Edward spun his pack around to its spot on his back and headed over to the river.
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Solomon
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Post by Solomon on May 29, 2014 0:38:11 GMT -6
Hey the man finally woke up!
Solomon was just walking around, as Solomons are known to do, and he came across this old guy. He looked sleepy and tired and was sleeping against this tree. Solomon, who was refused entry to the town on the account of the people inside were mean, decided to watch as the man slept. He had nothing better to do really, humans slept so shortly it was amazing. He once slept for over three months, and that was nothing compared to some of the other dragons. If anything he was a light sleeper, it was still amazing how humans barely slept at all. So the little dragon was curious, that was basically his entire motivation for climbing the tree across from where the old man slept. It was a bit difficult, he wasn't used to climbing trees, there weren't exactly a ton of them in Arcadia. He was able to make it though as he took a seat in the branches looking down at the man as he snoozed away.
He wasn't sure where the time went, because when the guy woke up it was in the middle of the night and the moon was big and fat in the sky. When did it become night? Beats him. Sometimes he gets so focused on one thing that he lost track of everything else around him. It wasn't very long at least, the guy didn't sleep much. The man got up and began to... pat himself down or something. It was like he was looking for something. Maybe he lost something? Well whatever it was he didn't look for it very long since he decided to walk away.
Solomon, who was now thoroughly invested in operation watch this guy, hopped down from the branch he was looking down from. His landing wasn't very loud and was muted by soft grass underfoot also because he didn't weigh all that much. Still it wasn't completely silent, it probably could have been if he just flew down but he wasn't gonna take a risk like that. People could see, and then they'd know he was a dragon, and then they'd kill him. So he needed to be extra super careful about things like that.
The man was walking away, and Solomon followed behind him. He was headed towards the river, maybe he was gonna go for a swim? Kinda late for that, but the moon was nice and pretty and bright so if there was ever a night to do things in the middle of it, this would be the one.
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Edward Zobek
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Post by Edward Zobek on Jun 7, 2014 10:04:02 GMT -6
Edward stopped upon reaching the water's edge, taking the time to look up and down the river for some sign of life, but there was not a soul to be seen. The viscount shook his head. For a city so worried about monsters and bandits, the nights in Tuscana were impressively calm. In fact, it was almost too calm, unnerving, as if his sense of peace was really all a falsity and he was about to be jumped by a gang of ne'er-do-wells. It had happened to him many times in the Western Isles. The key sign of an ambush. It was silly, but just to be safe, he'd look over his shoulder.
The older man turned his head, expecting to see nothing, but jumped slightly upon seeing the pale figure of a boy, with fair skin, white clothes, and snowy hair. In the moonlight he looked almost an illusion, a trick of the eyes, but no, the boy was there, waiting, watching him with wide eyes. "You startled me there, boy," said Edward, turning to face the child. "Don't you know it's rude to sneak up on people?" He shook his head, then looked around. Who was this boy with? He couldn't have been any older than 10. Who would let their child run around in the middle of the night, especially in a land as fearful as Tuscana was currently? Or...was that the trick? Edward remembered it all too well. Pirates in the Western Isles would use children like bait to get Etrurian soldiers to let down their guard, then ambush them when they least saw it coming. It was a ploy that had only worked so many times before it was figured out, but still, nobody liked being suspicious of a child.
Edward sighed, reaching into his pack. It might be the death of him, but he wasn't about to leave a child out here by his lonesome. If this was a trap, then so be it. It would be a mistake these bandits wouldn't make twice. "You shouldn't be out here by yourself," continued Edward, pulling a wool blanket from out of his backpack. "It's cold out tonight, and you could catch a chill." The boy was probably just lost or out getting himself into trouble. Either way, his parents would be worried sick if they had found out he was gone yet.
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Solomon
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Post by Solomon on Jun 22, 2014 20:16:49 GMT -6
The little dragon moved with stealthy grace, which wasn't particularly considerable or anything but he wasn't exactly heavy so his footsteps were quiet and muffled by the cool grass underfoot. He crept closer to the man, he was reminded of some of the cats he'd see in arcadia, creeping up on something right before pouncing on their prey and that comparison made him feel kind of bad actually. he wasn't gonna pounce on this guy he just- ah! The man saw him! Solomon let out a small yelp of surprise and stopped dead in his tracks and just sort of... stared at him. Wide eyed and surprised.
"You startled me there, boy, don't you know it's rude to sneak up on people?" He suddenly spoke up and Solomon simply blurted-
"Sorry."
Before he even realized what he was doing. The man looked even older up close, he must be at least thirty. Or fifty. Or was it ninety? He wasn't too good with human ages. He had a stern face and astern voice and he kind of felt like he was in trouble when he spoke. Like he did something bad, even though this person was someone he never met before or anything, it still made the young dragon sort of shrink away. "I-I'm fine." He told the man. "I tried to get into the town but they said no so I... I've just been out here." He looked up at the walls nearby that barred them from getting in, he could just fly in but he didn't want to do that. He couldn't let anyone know he was a dragon, humans don't like dragons, humans kill dragons. He's been told that his entire life from dragons, from humans, from everyone. It was so uncomfortable though, knowing he could do something but not being able to do it. It felt like he was stuck in a little box or something.
The human offered him a blanket, saying it was 'cold' and this wasn't a new thing. He wasn't cold at all really, he was just fine, but lots of humans always thought he was. It was weird, but he eventually figured out that he didn't get cold like humans do. So, in order to promote the guise that he wasn't weird or anything, he took the blanket. Though he probably shouldn't, he remembered something like 'don't accept gift from strangers' or something. He wasn't sure what was more important to remember right now, so he went with what was less likely to get him hurt. "Thank you. It is kind of chilly." He lied. Or told the truth, since it was chilly he just wasn't. So it was sort of half-truth. That isn't bad, is it? He took the blanket and sort of wrapped it around his self, it was thick and uncomfortable, but he was fine.
"I'm Solomon." He told the man. "They didn't let you in either?"
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Edward Zobek
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Post by Edward Zobek on Jun 27, 2014 9:03:20 GMT -6
“No, no they did not,” replied Edward with a slow shake of his head. The old man's eyes slowly migrated from Solomon over to the gatehouse. Even from here, he could see a torch lit, which meant someone was still on watch. Tuscana was not taking its security lightly, which did give the Etrurian a bit of a reason to be concerned just standing out here, an old man and a little boy. But what did Solomon mean by saying that the town guard wouldn’t let him in? Denying citizens entrance after dark seemed a little silly, especially when those citizens were children. Edward expected this kind of behavior back home, but out in Lycia? Just what in the world was going on here?
“My name is Edward,” said the older man, his attention turning back to the snow haired child. “It’s nice to meet you, Solomon.” Edward gave a slight bow of his head as he introduced himself. The boy was polite enough, which led the mage knight away from thinking that he was up to no good, but it made his words all the more confusing to the Etrurian. If he wasn’t causing trouble, then what in Elimine’s name was he doing outside in the middle of the night? “Now what were you saying about the guard not letting you in? Do you not live here?”
Edward looked the boy up and down. He didn’t look diseased or maimed, and his clothes were fairly nice looking, if not for some fraying and tearing here and there, but that was to be expected on a young boy. Aside from his oddly porcelain appearance, the knight couldn’t see anything off about the child, though moonlight did have a habit of hiding things that sunlight did not. Hopefully the boy could enlighten Edward so that the old man could get him back home.
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Solomon
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Post by Solomon on Jul 4, 2014 10:09:52 GMT -6
"Nice to meet you too Mr. Edward." The boy smiled. He remembered to be polite, be nice, be courteous, all that stuff. This guy was being nice to him, so it was only the right thing to do to be nice back right? Treat others like you wanna be treated, or however it went, the 'golden rule' or whatever it was called. He heard humans talk about it all the time back when they were just little, usually after they did something naughty or mean or something. Solomon was never really scolded like that though, even when he was mean or greedy or angry or anything... He was always treated differently. Well whatever, it didn't matter, he wasn't in Arcadia anymore anyways. Edward looked away at the wall, and Solomon looked where he was looking, though he didn't really see anything interesting. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the man look back at him, so he copied. Looking at Edward, that is, not himself. Could he even do that? He almost began to crane his neck around to see if he could look at himself before snapping back when he heard the man speak again.
"I don't live here." He said plainly. "They said that they couldn't let me in and that there were 'no exceptions'." He pulled the blanket around him a bit tighter as he spoke, feeling a little awkward and uncomfortable. "They asked me if my family lived in there, but I don't think they do... I mean maybe. I don't think they are though. I still I wanted to look around inside though, but they said no." He explained what happened to him. It wasn't very interesting actually. He felt all boring now. "They aren't very nice." He added with a small huff. "None of the other towns I went to did this."
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Post by Edward Zobek on Jul 21, 2014 16:29:56 GMT -6
What a curious child, Edward thought to himself, an admittedly puzzled look on his face. The boy's body language was quite peculiar, especially the way he moved and turned as if he was calculating every movement. On top of that, the boy spoke slowly and calmly, very unlike most young boys he had known, and while there was a naivete and childishness to his vocabulary and diction, Solomon spoke with an odd matter-of-factness. Sure, there was nothing odd about a young boy being speaking plainly, that was what young boys did, but the blank calmness he displayed while talking to a stranger on the roadside in the middle of the night was odd. This kind of thing didn't seem to be out of the ordinary for him.
And about his parents...they didn't live here? Then just what in the world was he doing out all alone? If the town guard had been right, this countryside was dangerous, so Solomon could have been out here long. The old knight looked past the boy, expecting to see a stopped caravan or campsite that Solomon might have wandered away from, but the nearby landscape was as empty as it had been when he had arrived earlier in the evening. So where had this boy come from?
The knight then took a quick glance towards the river, then back to the boy. Nothing quite yet, which meant he might as well figure out what was going on with this peculiar, snow-haired child.
"And just where do you live, Solomon?" Edward pressed, continuing the conversation. His voice was inquisitive, but he made an effort not to sound disciplinary. Solomon seemed confused, if not a bit touched, and Edward genuinely wanted to see the boy returned home, lest he fall victim to some band of black-heart ne'er-do-wells. The last thing the Etrurian wanted was to scare the child away.
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Post by Solomon on Aug 3, 2014 7:10:06 GMT -6
"Where do I live?" Uh oh. Now Nax told him to not even imply he's from anyplace weird. If he said the desert, the guy might connect two and three and realized that it isn't adding but multiplication. He didn't want to be the dragon who revealed the location of Arcadia for it to be purged in a raid by humans, that would be awkward. Nope, no, nuh-uh, not gonna do that. Instead he decided to be vagueish. "I live to the west of here. Near Etruria." That was true, Nabata shared it's border with Etruria and it was to the west of Lycia. He meant the country near Etruria, but the way he talked about it made it seem to imply he lived on the border between Lycia and Etruria. Since he wasn't really lying, the words came out easily and unhesitant. He looked at the old man, scrunching up his face a bit. He looked confused, he wasn't the first one, normally in a town people don't pay a second glance to a person walking around alone but out here in the wilds they got all suspicious. That wasn't very nice. Did they expect him to have a knife and stab them or something?
"My parents left home when I was just a baby." He began to explain. "Years ago, and then Mrs. Kali looked after me. She died though... and I was lonely." His face fell, it still made him sad. "So I decided to find my parents. Only I don't know where they went, so I'm just looking everywhere." Mrs. Kali's children offered to take him in, but he couldn't do it. He had been with those children when they were born, and now they were adults and he was still a kid, it wasn't fair. Would he just bounce from family to family until the end of time? Why did humans die so quickly? He didn't want to be some addition to some other person's family. He wanted his own family, his mother and his father. Mrs. Kali said they left to find a better place, but it didn't matter how good the place was if they were alone.
"Where do you live Mr. Edward?" He posed the question with a big grin.
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