Beliefs

[Zerrif]

Okay so I seriously had a part typed up for this, but I wasn't able to post it. Right when I was about to, my jerk of a brother came into my room and told me to go to bed.

I'm 19, still being told to go to bed, at midnight.

So excuse the mini-rant. I promise I'll get it up later tonight.

For now, here's an excerpt of the part AFTER the one that's coming.

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"You mean to say that he's somewhere in here?" Gerik asked, staring at one of the maps that the Merchant had procured. "This place is gigantic! The only feasible way we could cover this all would be to split up-- but that's something we generally avoid."

D nodded. "Yeah, but unfortunately, that's just how big Byalan is. Not to mention paths that aren't mapped out regularly by adventurers. He could have easily gone astray from the paths and wandered into the unknown caverns."

"I hear the deepest levels of Byalan are even underwater." Bascht noted. "Unless there's some trick to it, we won't even be able to venture that deep. Meaning we have to cut off at least half of this dungeon to be explored. But from what you told us, your brother is an experienced adventurer, isn't he? He'd have found some way down there if he needed to head down there."

The Archer nodded. "K--... He was an extremely accomplished adventurer." He said, looking down at his feet. "Far moreso than I could ever aspire to be." A hand clapped his shoulder, and he looked up to see Gerik smiling at him.

"Come now, that's no way to be thinking, is it? Let's start with what we know, and press on from there. Besides--" He looked around at his party. "I'm sure that won't even stop us. We're far too eager. Welcome aboard to the party, Ren."

"Does the party have a name?" Ren asked. Gerik looked at him with a blank stare. "Really? Most parties that pass by Payon, or at least the ones that I know of, have a name. A title. Something that they can be known by. All great deeds need to be credited to someone or some group. I suppose it's not all that important but..."

"Why don't you think of one? You're supposed to be the master of words, aren't you?" Bascht quipped, coldly. Gerik shot him a glare, but the Archer didn't seem to notice at all. Muarim looked over too, kind of shocked at the treatment-- but then again, he'd sort of received the same thing. He figured that if anyone could weather the harsh treatment, Bascht would start respecting them. Or something like that.

"How about "The Harbingers"? It means messengers. Each of us has our own message or teaching we bring around to the world. We don't necessarily have to share the same thought-- the point is simply that we each bring forth a message, a lesson." The Archer beamed as his though, and Gerik smiled softly as well.

"Wonderful." Bascht said-- behind the mask, he was rolling his eyes. "Now, can we go?" It wasn't much of a question, more of a complaint. He just moved himself over to D's cart, and sat upon it, leaving the Blacksmith laughing nervously.

"Yes, if we have nothing else to get here, and we're all done stocking up and resting, let us go."