Small in size, the western cave is practically just a downward bend in the land by the entrance to the Great Bay. It is able to fit a maximum of ten people at the most, with all their supplies and themselves squeezed tightly together. It is impossible to see it from the fields without looking specifically for it and knowing just where it is. There are remnants of brief ocupants once before. Laying on the floor of the cave is an overcoat and a hat, worn over time.

*From Stock Pot Inn*
Ganondorf appeared in the cave at its corner. So here it was, just as his friend told him once before. He moved away from the edge, his arms reclaiming the sleeves.

*From Stock Pot Inn*
Sarah and Rupert appeared in the cave, the magician holding her hand. He let go immediately, once he found they were safe. He felt cold now that the teleport had ended. Spying the dirty overcoat on the ground, he shirked the thought of it. It may have bugs in it! But soon, he grabbed it and wrapped himself in it. Sarah stepped back, in shock. She had shot that man... Rupert glanced back at the robed lady and grabbed her before she fell back.

Then the lady looked towards Ganondorf. "Why did you take us away? We might have saved that m-"

"The whole inn was dead from the start. We had no choice but to run. Had we stayed we would all be dead, 'my lady.' Would you prefer the only band of people who know what's happening in Hyrule be dead with the rest of the inn?" he growled from the corner. Then he stalked off towards the edge of the cave to watch out. He was clearly not sad. But it was rather visible that he was terribly disgusted with himself for such a reckless action. 'Those lives... Had I not warped us, would they have lived?' he wondered, unable to shake the recking guilt from himself.

*From the Stockpot Inn*

The momentum of the fall caught up with Sehkon at the teleportation ended, his face slamming into the cave floor. Dazed and sore, the thief laid still hoping the throbbing in his head would vanish. His thoughts were mixed up, though a reminiscent sound of screaming shook his mind. Had the people in the inn died from the undead man? Sehko felt no sort of sympathy for those people, and this fact provided a bit of guilt. That feeling soon faded, however, along with the headache.

Lifting himself up, Sehkon looked about at the others. The cloaked man first caught his eye, images of the coin flashing once again. Shaking the thought for the moment, the thief noted the mages on the other side of the cave. He hadn't paid much attention to the two previously in the forest or in Clock Town. The Sheikah took a moment to observe his allies, recalling the male had possession of the coin at one time. Trying his best to muster up any sort of small talk, Sehkon found himself without words and without confidence.

A burning sensation came from Sehkon's neck as he pulled out the medallion he had stolen only a few days earlier. A family memento, something that held more value than any quantity of rupees, that he had taken without a second thought. Was he so quick to crush the hearts of others? He he no sense of value, of honor? No. Sehkon had none of these things. He was a bad man and had no plans to change. Who was he to help save Hyrule?

Sehkon shifted through his priorities while waiting for others to teleport in. Helping these people on their mission had no interest and the only reason to stay was the coin. The thief crafted plans and scrutinized the cloaked man. That object would be his and, once it was in his possession, he could leave to do what he wished.

*From Stockpot Inn*

A body collapsed onto the ground. After a few moments it could be identified as Siegfried, with an arrow stuck in the center of his chest. Normally this would not have been enough to bring him to this point, but due to the arrow's power and his being tired, the martial artists body was brought halfway to death.

*From the inn*

As Melissa arrived, she was knelt down, and breathed heavily. She sat down towards the cave wall, and turned to the others, her voice full with guilt and sadness. "It was my fault.. I should have realized evil would follow us.. Now it is my fault civilians have died". The paladin, after all only being a young woman, sobbed lowly and buried her face in her hands, obviously crying.

"I... I'm only trying to be a good paladin, but everything I do fails.. I'm too afraid to fail my duty as a paladin, so I get almost zealous in my cause.. And.. And look at the losses!", mumbled the paladin between the sobs, wiping away a few tears. Paladins were strong, they were beacons of light and hope, and they did NOT cry! But right now, she was so tired, so very very tired, so right now she was Melissa Penelope Von Izic III, a sad young woman, and not the strong-hearted, heroic paladin she had devoted her life to be. She turned away from the others in shame, leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes, attempting to sleep a little.

Veran
*From the inn*
Vanya appeared in the cave, seemingly unharmed. She had a few bruises on her hand, but nothing major. "What.. Was that?", she said, reffering to Gary. Even though she seemed unharmed, her eyes were wide-open with terror and fear. Veran was one heck of an actress, the best one in the world actually, atleast according to herself. She walked up to Sehkon and helped him up. "You okay?".

"Yeah..." Sehkon mumbled, not paying much attention to the question. His mind was fixated on the coin and consumed his thoughts. Trying his best to shake the object from his head, the thief adjusted his attention to the beautiful woman before him. This Vanya woman was outrageously attractive to Sehkon and her beauty was able to keep him from thinking of the coin. That is what Sehkon truly wanted, and thus he was glad that Vanya approached him.

"How are you feeling?" the Sheikah asked, not caring much about how the woman felt. "Those people at the inn died. I could hear them scream as I was warped out of there. You feeling guilty that we couldn't save them? It seems like the others are taking it tough."

"Of course it's sad!", said Vanya, giving Sehkon a serious look. "Though I am not a sensitive woman, I don't cry much, but of course I feel deep sadness for the lives lost there". She battered her eyelashes at Sehkon, in a flirtous manner, and said: "But as long as you're around, there's nothing to be afraid of".

From the corner, Melissa's heavy breathing gave away that she had fallen asleep.

Siegfried still lay there, crumpled in a bloody heap. If he was still awake, he would wonder why nobody was giving him medical attention. :angry:

And there was the very man the Sarah was talking about! The one she had shot. Her hopes of helping one of the people at the inn were partially restored from this man's appearance. She froze in shock for a moment. Then she muttered a quiet thank to the cloaked man, not that he could hear her.

She headed over to the man's body, dropping the bow on the stone by the shocked Rupert. She approached the man. He had shallow breathing... Rupert slowly got out of his daze, and pushed the bow away towards the cave's edge. He lightly followed Lady Sarah. "Allow me." he murmured, unaware of any skill the lady had. Taking the initiative, he stepped up: "You've seen more than enough violence today. You go over there and sleep." The mage pointed to the wall beside Melissa.

The lady was surprised by his command, but was too tired to complain. She shuffled along the cave floor and lay beside Melissa, resting her head on the wall. She did sleep, but just barely. Guilt still racked her conscious and nightmares pervaded her dreams. Nightmares she had had for many a night.

First, he removed a flask from his pocket and began to pour some Clear Potion on the place where the arrow had collided with Siegfried. This would clear out anything in the blood in the surrounding area to prevent infection before he started. Rupert began to dust off the floor surrounding the man who had been shot by the Light Arrow. Sarah wasn't the only one at fault for this mess. He too had his own problems, he realized as he drew his chalk from his pocket. For example: Now that they had left Clock Town, how would he be able to meet directly with the mayor about searching for 'His Majesty's Pearl'? All he had now was the note that had been left in the inn for him.

He sighed softly and began to draw the basic markings for a Grade Two Healing Circle around Siegfried. He had to draw it a little larger than usual to fit Siegfried's splayed out form in it and any extra runes he wanted. Once he finished the basic layout, he began to pour Light Magic into the spell. He continued writing further runes into the spell to make it more intricately designed. These would prevent infection for around two days, close the wounds faster, and help reform some lost tissue. Once he finished the last touches, he sat back and let the spell work itself out in the corner of the cave. It was the only source of light there at the moment. Using that as a light, he took out the note from the inn and glanced at the seal on it. Then he began to read it to himself.

Ganondorf watched the night sky silently. He shook his head. What was he doing? Sed would surely know what to do.

Siefried began to stir a few minutes later. After awhile, he woke up, not really knowing what had happened. He looked around at nobody in particular, but since only two people were awake it was directed at the Dark Wizard and Rupert.

"Who... or what attacked us? And why did I pass out without even fighting..."

His voice was still weak, but he had no real concept of limits, so he kept on speaking.

The Dark Wizard glanced back. That guy was still alive? What a shocker. He knew how to stand some pretty harsh stuff. "His name's Gary. I know nothing more about him than that. I have no doubt he's working under Sartor. The only question is: For how long?" Ganondorf replied with a soft motion of his arm. Then he went quiet and gazed back at the night sky again.

Rupert looked up from the Froppen Nirab's letter. Ah! So he was awake! Ijokish sighed and folded up the letter, returning it to the envelope. The mage leaned forward towards the martial artist, crouching down on his feet. Gazing into the circle of light, he spoke. "So you're awake now, eh? You had a Light Arrow straight to the chest." He poked his own, corresponding with the place that he'd been hit. "You, my friend, are lucky to be alive." Ijokish himself was educated in the body. He held up four fingers, asking how many he was holding up. That was the most basic way to tell if this guy had some sorta clear vision.

Siegfried looked at the Dark Wizard. The red haired man was not great att picking up social clues, but it was obvious he knew more then what he was telling.

"Could you tell me how you know who he is? Also-"

He stopped to answer Ruperts fingure question. Siegfried said "Four" and went back to the Dark Wizard.

"Why do you think he's working for this Sartor? Sartor is the guy we're trying to killl right? If he's really that poweful, then why would Gary ever leave him?"

Sehkon's will was forced to hold back his carnal urges as he caught on to Vanya's flirtation. His loneliness was unbearable when he became introspective, which he had done a lot the last couple of days. The woman was so beautiful and she was coming on strong, forcing the thief to use some restraint. Now wasn't quite the time for intimacy, he thought, though it was difficult to hold back his impulses.

Hearing the name Sartor flow from Ganondorf's mouth was an odd sensation for the Sheikah. Both names were so familiar, though not from the rumors of the people. It was as though the mind of another occupied his brain and both were sharing thoughts subconsciously. Had someone taken over Sehkon's mind? No, he had these feelings since he was a child. Perhaps the thoughts were memories of an old ancestor. If that was the case, what sort of person was familiar with these evil beings?

Rupert had to stop himself from asking: 'How many people are in this cave so far?' Then he leaned back, glancing towards the wizard, hoping for an answer. Apparently, that letter was behind on information. He needed a quicker way to access information. Dearie... Just how was it done before?

The cloaked man glanced at the soon un-wounded man. "That story is my own and I don't freely reveal information. Sorry." he stated, clearly not sorry. "As for why he was sent... Good question. Whatever the answer may be, it isn't something I look forward to."

Rupert sighed. "Aww... Not close enough to as much as I was hoping.." He glanced towards Sieg, hoping to distract him from anything his magic was doing. "So, Mr. Martial Artist, just where are you from? You don't seem to know much about Termina or Hyrule at all."

Siegfried was now angry with that wizard even more then he already was. All this person did was run away from fights and the truth! Even with his wounds still there he stood up.

"If you know something else about the person that almost killed us, say it now. We obviously need any hint we can get if we hope to survive against him when our next encounter comes!"

Even though he was angry, he looked to Rupert.

"I am Siegfried Mar, and I'm not sure what land I come from. I do know I was raised in a temple all my life. Alotugh I'm to tired to think of that name... so where are you from?"

*From the Stockpot Inn*

Visculus and Aliana were the last two to arrive through the teleportation. The mercenary was busy taking care of the young girl, carrying her to the empty corner of the cave to care for her. She had several scratches and bruises, which wouldn't bode well when it came to job payment. Seeing how Sehkon was 'occupied' with the Vanya woman, Visculus kept to himself and soon feel asleep after Aliana was taken care of.

The wizard spun about angrily. "Oh, I expect you could do more against a monster like that even if you knew!" he roared. "What do I know? No more than you do!" He shut his eyes, crossing his arms. He was obviously done talking, with no intent on arguing further, even if the man got further upset.

"Oi! Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! You gotta stay in that circle or else the healing spell won't take full effect!" He said, trying to get to the side of the circle Siegfried was moving toward.

He said slowly, slowing his movement as he walked around the circle. "Please stay within the circle... Which is where I assume you've learned your skills. I'm from this country, known as Termina." he said, waving a hand upward at the ceiling of the cave. "Not so impressive looking in here, is it?" Slowly, he raised a hand so that he acted as a strange way of separating the wizard from the martial artist.

It was obvious that even one more word could make them finsh the fight that almost started before. This person wasn't at all like Melissa, brave and always fighting for not only the good of the world but for the good of the team.

"Coward."

Siegfried spat. He still stayed standing, meeting eyes with the Wizard for a minute or two before sitting back down and looking at Rupert.

"Yep. That's where a I learned my moves from. It's a nice place, once you get into it."

He paused when Rupert said the name of where he was from.

"Termia? Are we here right now? It seems great compaired to where used to live. I mean, look at how big the cities are!"

Relieved, Rupert sat back down by the healing circle. He nodded, leaning back against the side of the cave. He raised a finger when he let out a massive yawn. Then he rubbed his eyes, muttering, "Scuse me. I haven't had much sleep."

At the last comment, Rupert laughed heartily, although he tried not to wake those who were sleeping. "Yes. We have very few cities so we take major pride in our cities, I suppose. Only wish we cared more for the people in them." He remembered the place where Yatara's Clock Town Private School had been located; right in the center of the city's poverty level. It wasn't a beautiful sight to behold, but it was built in such a location to teach the students attending great lessons. The location served its purpose well.

"Well, I'm off to rest." Rupert said decidedly, shutting his eyes. Soon, he too was asleep.

Becoming tired, Siegfried yawned. Tomarrow they would need to plan their actions, and he need all the rest he could get. He didn't have any traveling supplies, so he just layed down in the healing circle. How ould they fair if that man showed up again? Best not to think about it. For now, he would sleep.

The only ones left awake now were Sehkon, Vanya, and Ganondorf. Without turning, the cloaked man pointed to the thief. "You have guard duty after me. I suggest you get some rest." he stated. Without further word, he raised a barrier at the entry of the cave to keep access closed and to keep the light from the healing circle from being visible from the cave's outside.

Sehkon nodded towards Ganondorf, though his eyes were fixated upon the cloaked man's hip. He stared at where he saw the coin last, hoping that it wasn't moved. The dim light of the cave would likely prevent Ganondorf from noticing the thief's greedy eyes, though Sehkon didn't wish to show his desire. He smiled briefly to Vanya, looking over at Melissa for a moment as well. Finding a corner of the cave for himself, fatigue grasped the Sheikah and he was soon fast asleep.

Dreams soon came to Sehkon and he found himself floating in a room of darkness. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling were hidden in the shadows of the room and it seemed as though the thief was wandering through the abyss. The faint smell of death filled Sehkon's nostrils, forcing him to gag. Soon the stench became familiar, however, and the smell comforted the Sheikah. No sounds could be heard, though the silence provided tranquility.

The eye with a tear of blood appear right before Sehkon. It was completely red, blinking only once every few minutes. The eye stared at Sehkon and he stared back, both attempting to understand the meaning of one another. Soon the eye formed around it the shape of a head, which soon connected to the outline of a body. The head grew thin, white hair, another eye, and several other features. The face was shaped into that of another Sheikah; it was a man that looked similar to Sehkon. The body formed as well, with dark rags and robes forming around the torso and limbs.

This new man looked so familiar and it seemed to Sehkon like the man was someone very close to him. Whispers filled the room to replace the silence, with unintelligible words being spoken. The Sheikah across from Sehkon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small item. It shone dimly without light, and on it was the same eye as the man who held it. It was the coin.

Veran leaned against the nearest cave wall and closed her eyes, she could aswell sleep a little, and Melissa kept sleeping. Melissa had nightmares just like Sehkon, but as soon as "Vanya" feel asleep, she slept like a baby.

The next several hours crept by slowly. The Dark Wizard held the relic before his face once more. He rubbed a gloved finger over its surface. Then he flipped it over, gazing at the inscription on the other side. Three triangles bound as one. He bared his teeth. The relic's power already reacting towards his own. It had a soft purple glow.

He glanced up at the moon. The night was half-gone... Swiftly, he pocketed the object, turning about, and heading towards Sehkon. He noticed that the healing circle had faded to a soft glow now.

Then he crouched down by Sehkon, patting him on the side of the head. "Your turn." said he, and lay down on his side at the end of the cave.

Sehkon woke in a daze, realizing the drink he had only several hours earlier still lingered in his system. He lifted himself up slowly, opening his eyes once they were adjusted. He faintly recalled the dream he was having, though a few minutes of looking about the cave at the others soon caused him to forget the subject of his sleeping mind. He looked to Vanya and then Melissa, unsure about which he enjoyed the company of more. Melissa was shy and subtle with her flirtations, though Vanya was voluptuous and aggressive. Shaking off the thought of him with the two women, Sehkon crawled to the edge of the cave and looked out.

The image of the eye crossed his mind several times, though his sleepy daze made him aloof and inattentive to his thoughts.

And so the night passed peacefully...


Rupert woke up to a hard shove on the shoulder. The Dark Wizard continued on past him towards Lady Sarah. The cloaked man put a hand on her shoulder, gently waking her up. "Rise and shine, 'sleeping princess.'" He sounded a little less frustrated than the night before, yet his heavily sarcastic tone remained.

The magician glanced around the cave, seeing what the fuss was about. Oddly enough, there didn't seem to be one. He stretched his arms, glancing at the cave ceiling. Then he yawned and stood up, gazing outside. Yeesh. Why had he woken them so early? That was maybe four hours of rest. Definitely not enough time.

Ganondorf straightened up at the sight of the lady waking. He noticed Sehkon had fallen asleep on duty. That was no good... He must not have sobered up by the time it was his time to guard. He crouched down by the sleeping man and groled in his pointy ears, "All right. You've had your extended sleep. Time to wake up."

Yawning again, Ijokish noticed that the healing circle had now completely vanished, the chalk marks burnt and vanished. "Why're we waking up so darn early, Mister G?"

"We need to plan out where we can go from here. Obviously neither Castle Town, Clock Town, or the forest will do anymore. Our options have become limited." the wizard said, moving towards Rupert and patting him on the side of the head. Rupert looked at the man cautiously. "No worries. I still have it." The cloaked man leaned against the wall.

[Siegfried Mar's wounds are majorly healed.]

Sehkon awoke calmly, only opening his eyes to look about the cave. He listened to Ganondorf talk to the owner of the coin and referencing to that exact object. The thief wanted, almost needed, to get his hands on that item. He had no idea its purpose or properties, though it if was enough to drive the Sheikah mad, it had to be important enough.

The young thief stood and stretched, leaning up against the entrance of the cave. He hoped that the group would decide where to go next. The longer the cloaked man wasn't distracted, the longer Sehkon would go without the relic.

Veran
Vanya sleepily opened her eyes. Veran was used to her beauty sleep, and sleeping on a hard cave-floor like this made her hole body ache. Or atleast the body of her host, so she kinda felt nothing, but still. As she got up, she noticed Vanya's hair was a mess, and started to fix it, and after just a moment, she looked as pretty as always. "Good morning folks", she said. "What now?".

Melissa
The paladin on the other hand, was not okay. As she woke up, her eyes were bloodshot, she had black rings under her eyes and her hair was a mess aswell. She felt miserable, and looked miserable. "....", she got up without a sound and looked at the others, whereafter she leaned against the wall and waited for their next move. She obviously had NOT slept well.

Siegfried was up before most people, and was outside for 3 hours before the rest of the party woke up. Nobody could say where he went, but when he came back he was tired, his fists were bleeding and he looked fufiled. When he saw the poor spirits everyone was in he figured he would ask the first question.

"Whats everybody doing? We should already be out traveling! Come on, lets go beat up Sartor today!"

Sehkon noted Melissa's messy appearance and appreciated the looks of Vanya. For the moment he was decided on which woman he enjoyed the company of more, though that could change soon enough. The thief pushed himself from the wall and looked over towards the martial artist, somewhat confused about his cheery attitude. There had been a massacre only the day before and he was happy? Perhaps there was someone in the group more apathetic than Sehkon himself.

Pulling out his dagger, the Sheikah exited the cave and sat by the entrance. Lifting up a sharp stone, he slammed it to his dagger to sharpen the edge. After only a few moments, the rock turned to powder and the enchanted blade was sparkling. Proud of his work, Sehkon approached the martial artist. His curiousity got the best of him and the thief found it necessary to ask about the man.

"What's your deal?" he asked, his tone somewhat caustic. "Are you just looking for a good fight? I just don't understand what kind of motivation that is. You must be one of those idiots with a death wish."

The Dark Wizard raised an eyebrow at the sight of the martial artist walking in. Then he grinned. Slowly, the cloaked man began to laugh. When he got control of his laughter, his gaze returned to Mar. "You have excellent enthusiasm!" Then he moved towards the red-haired man, and placed a tan finger on the front of the man's crimson jacket. His golden eyes were just visible beneath his hood. "However, I doubt with all my heart that nine people, seven if we can't count the girl and the one who protects her, six if our mighty ninja gets too distracted, and five if he and his friend decide to go off on an adventure, can storm the capital city of Hyrule Kingdom, much less reach the castle that Sartor is exploiting his leadership prowess at." Then he patted the man's shoulder, moving past him to stand next to Sehkon. He spared no thought to how Sehkon or Vanya might react towards his statements.

Rupert grinned. The mage raised a finger. "You mean if you had much of a heart?" he questioned. The wizard stopped and glared at Ijokish sourly. The magician shrugged, glancing around. At the sight of Melissa's terrible state, he moved towards her, his anger towards her about the horse problem from the previous day totally gone now. "Melissa, why don't you get some rest. I'll update you when we actually travel." he offered, releasing a tiny stream of magic to soften the pain on her muscles and joints.

All the while, as everyone spoke, except of course for the sleeping girl and her guardian, the robed lady sat quietly on the other side of the paladin. She seemed to be thinking deeply, pondering her recent nightmares, dreams, and experiences. At last she raised her gaze towards everyone. She began to stand. The Gerudo looked back with a start. He began to move towards her, but she held up a hand cauing him to stop.

She grabbed the edges of her hood and pulled it back, revealing her face for the first time to everyone there. "My apologies, everyone. I joined all of you in Hyrule Castle Town without any explanation as to who I am. My name is Sarah, and I am an employee of Hyrule's Baron, Froppen Nirab." The fair-haired lady smiled softly to her companions.

Her blue gaze moved from Ganondorf to Siegfried. She gave the man a polite bow, seeming to know the custom of the temple he was from. "If I recall, you are known as Siegfried, correct? You do not know much of Hyrule or Termina... Thus you do not know the customs of these lands, where one would go if their land was destroyed, or where to go if you were to be killed by those seeking out your death." she stated. "So I would like you to guide us through these lands in these hostile times, Mister Siegfried." She winked in the Gerudo King's direction.

The cloaked man scrutinized the lady. Just what was she up to?

First, the red haired man looked to Sehkon.

"Death wish? Is this Sartor person really that tough?"

Then he stared at the Wizard, unsure about his attitude now. Siegfried didn't know muchabout social actions, but this seemed to mean they could put their previous fights behind them.

"Hyrule? Thats the where the really big city is right? Were to strong to have a problem with tha-"

Then something hit him.

"IS EVERYBODY AS STRONG AS YOU GUYS!?"

After calming down a little he thought about Sarahs words, a bit suprised she showed her face. She shot him, so he wasn't sure about her, but she DID bow...

"Ehh... I don't know much about this land. But I do have THIS!"

Reaching into his pockets Siegfried pulled out a map. Or rather, a piece of paper with a circle on it, and one line going off it. Anybody smart enough would see it as the path from some location in Termia to the Trading Post, and then to Clock Town.

"I've been drawing this ever since I left my temple so that I would always no how to get back. Sartor can't beat these guys up, so we'll be safe there! Maybe they'll even teach you a few moves!"

Sehkon scratched his head. He couldn't read this Siegfried character very well. He was even more confused about why they would follow him even though he knew so little about the surrounding lands. None of it made much sense to the thief, though he figured this was the way strategists worked. They made plans that made no sense and, in turn, they made sense. Or something like that, Sehkon figured.

The thief took a look at the map as it was pulled out, noting the location of the temple in his mind. It would be a long trek, though he wouldn't be surprised if Ganondorf could simply warp them there. The Sheikah cared less about the safety of this place Siegfried spoke of and more about the training mentioned just after. Having trained for the last several years, Sehkon was more interested in using the moves he had already learned. It wouldn't hurt, though, to be a bit stronger. It would definitely help in taking the coin.

Rupert nodded at Siegfried's realization. "Yeah. A lot of people are stronger than some of us. Physically, at least." He laughed at his own weakness.

The wizard glanced over Siegfried's other shoulder. Obviously, Mar was no master cartographer, but it most definitely showed a real location. "...I've underestimated you." he muttered, mostly to himself; it wasn't really clear who he was talking about either. He was surprised with himself, having never seen anything in this location before. In his travels he'd traveled much of the world and back when... Well, he nevcer really did have a need to go there back in the day. His gaze raised to Lady Sarah questioningly.

She merely smiled and informed him, "What? I'm only using what I've been given as wisely as I can." If the one who led the group had no clue where they were going, then the opponent would have no way of knowing where they would head next. Outsmarting Sartor was the best idea for now. She headed towards Siegfried, turning her gaze to the chart. "Excellent! That will work very well for our needs, Siegfried. Once we arrive there, I would also like to speak to the leader of the temple on behalf of my employer." She glanced towards the cloaked man, asking him to prepare a new set of warping runes.

He shook his head, shrugging. "I've never heard of the place or seen it. Without any referencing point, I can't warp us there without running the risk of warping us inside a wall."

"Very well." She opened a small pouch at her waist and pulled out some food, which she began to hand out. Some jerky strips were the best they could get for their breakfast on this part of the trip. "I hope you don't mind if we finish resting up and eating our breakfast before setting out on this journey." the lady said to Siegfried and Ganondorf, both of which seemed raring to go.

Ijokish eyed the jerky strip in his hand carefully. It wasn't tea or a crépe, and he wasn't much of a fan of meat. He bit into it and tried to rip it apart. Ultimately, he was failing.

"Great! I'm sure that you'll like it there."

After that Siegfried ate his breakfest, talking about the many "Wonders" of his temple. From the 20 hours a day training routine, to the live sparing with the masters. He even desribed in detail the horrific "Training Devices" that were more akin to torture machines.

It was obvious that as a child, something was knocked loose in his head. He seemed to be recalling it as a positive memory.

Sehkon's attention slipped from the topic at hand as he was handed the jerky by Sarah, the girl he hadn't paid much attention to before. She was quite beautiful, though the thief made his mind in not adding another woman to the equation. He didn't figure that he'd be surrounded by so many female fighters, let alone attractive ones. It was like a dream and a nightmare at the same time, providing an extra dose of stress that Sehkon didn't want.

Pulling apart the meat ferociously, the Sheikah made the realization that he hadn't eaten in over a week. He figured that he would have noticed by that point, though his light weight and unique metabolism erased the feeling of hunger. His body was reacting to the smell of the food, however, and he subconsciously ate the jerky within a couple seconds. Wiping his mouth with his arm, Sehkon listened to Siegfried's stories. The idea of training reminded Sehkon of Jinko.

Sorrow built up within the Sheikah, forcing him to stand up from his seat against the cave wall and exit to the field. He wiped his eyes as tears streamed down his cheeks. This feeling was unfamiliar; crying wasn't something Sehkon was used to. His master was the only person he had ever cared for and he was forced to kill him. The impact of such an event took several weeks to hit Sehkon, though all the emotion rushed into his mind at once. Sobbing silently, the thief kept to himself outside of the cave.

(Lol. I made some pretty crappy characters- ability and statwise. I think I should start making characters more like Arun so they actually stand a chance against anything.)

Visculus awoke suddenly, his bangs flowing down infront of his eyes and behind that hair would be enormous bags under his bloodshot eyeballs. He was already tired of this journey and wanted it to end now. These people were all clearly stronger than him, and he was pretty much useless. Not to mention Aliana, a weak little girl that could barely cast spells anyway.

They were more of a burden than a help, and they should go on their own way right now. While the group was talking, Visculus grabbed the sleeping Aliana and hung her onto his back, holding her up as he slowly walked towards the cave entrance, trying not to draw anyone in the cave's attention.

Ganondorf found that they weren’t going to be leaving anytime soon. With a sigh he moved to the corner of the cave and sat down. Alone, he bit into the meat. Distantly, he could still hear the noise of Siegfried talking. He thought back pensively. Such vicious training was rather familiar to him. Those two had undergone constant learning back in the day. Back when he first accepted the one man as his first student. ‘Things were so much simpler back then.’

Distressed, Rupert gave up on trying to eat his jerky strips like this. All he was doing was getting his face and hands dirty! "The first thing I’m doing when we get to that temple is having my clothes washed and I’m taking a long bath with no interruptions!" he decided, narrowing his eyes at his target. He held the meat in the air between two fingers, pulling out a knife. Placing the blade in the fold of the meat, he began to saw it apart.

He opened his mouth to place the food in his mouth! -when he noticed Sehkon get up and leave the cave with tears on his face. He paused, holding the jerky before his open mouth. ‘He’s not much of a crier, from what I can tell. He seems too proud to confront in the middle of a crying session. I shall ask him about it later.’ he thought. Then he stuck the meat halfway in his mouth chomping down on it.

With the meat halfway in his mouth, he saw Visculus carrying the girl. ”Mmph!” he said, standing up. He made his way towards the duet. He tried talking, but found it impossible with the meat in his mouth the way it was. He finished eating the piece, and took an envelope out of his pocket. “You guys going back to Clock Town?” he asked softly, holding up the letter in one hand, another piece of meat in the other.

Contently, the lady sat down and listened to Siegfried attentively. "Can you tell me about the temple's leader?"

Vanya stood with her arms folded under her well-shaped chest, waiting for the others to move. She had alot of patience, and would allow this meaningless blabber for a little longer, before they would have to go.

Melissa
The paladin nodded at Rupert and let out a lowly "Thanks..", as she sat down again and leaned against the wall and fell asleep pretty quickly. She was a failure, a big, big failure. But this times, her dreams were a little better, and she seemed to sleep better this time.

Vanya
The sorceress was interested to examine this "Ganondorf" figure. If it was indeed THAT Ganondorf, then the world surely did punish him for his past deeds. This pathetic creature, Ganondorf, the king of evil? HAH! Veran had more evil in her hair than this guy had in his entire body! She sat down next to him, and spoke with Vanya's slow, soothing voice. "So.. Your name was Ganondorf, was it not?", she asked. "How come you are with these people?".

As Visculus was approached by the man he sighed. He wasn't as stealthy as he thought, he guessed. "I don't know where we're going. But we're leaving. Sorry for burdening you."

Aliana shifted a bit and yawned, still deep in her sleep. Visculus hoped she wouldn't wake up until they were gone.

At Sarah's question, Siegfried paused. His eyes trailed off to empty space and he started shuddering. Ther obviously wasn't all happy things to do with the temple.

When he snapped back he looked at her kinda akwardly.

"Err.. yeah... His name is Arkantos, and he's big and scary. All he does is beat up the other masters before they kill eachother...."

Then he looked at Rupert.

"What bath do you want? We have an indoor hotspring, suana and a normal bath house. We normally train while we wash up as to not waste time. That's where I learned the art of water walking with Master Amila! She's like a ninja."