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It had been three ingame days since the apocalypse began. The open world was...peaceful. Although it was a tense peacefulness, as though it was caused by fear and confusion. Fear and confusion within the Adventurers. The players.

Not many discoveries have been made. After the first day, someone had died. They, of course, came back. This lead to the knowledge that the Adventurers were invincible.

Because people are immortal, a small group of high leveled players had stationed themselves outside of Lun, killing anyone who tried to leave. Of course, you could leave for a toll, but that amount was very high. This only added to the already tense nature of the city.

On the second day, everyone had discovered that all of the transport gates didn't work. Some theorized you had to link them, others that you had to fix them. Some even thought if they jumped through fast enough, you would transport. That didn't work, and everyone laughed at them.

Lun is filled with boredom. Since there is never any risk, or reason to try to survive, everyone is just farming enough gold to have necessities for another day (35 gold, to be exact!). Then, nothing. There is no flavor to any food, though, things like salt still taste pretty salty.

Each guild that had survived during the apocalypse had gone off and done their own thing. Some disbanded, some started to PK to pass the time. A few even managed to hold onto their members. Even so, every surviving guild had started to recruit as many players as possible to attempt to control this new world. "Female" players were especially sought after, seeing how they were eye candy for more recruitment.

One of the guilds, Silverfall, managed to hold onto their members. On the third day, they had called out all of their members to a park only they were in.

"Alright, so, here we are." Raime said, Tui following behind him. "You might be wondering why I have called you all here... The answer to that is... No reason! I just wanted to have a discussion with all of you!"

Tui sighed. "Sir, that's no reason to call out everyone. Tell them the real reason."

Raime had a much less valiant posture. He hunched over, and seemed to have a worried tone in his voice. "Alright, fine Tui. I checked my friends list yesterday... Thandev is, as I have recently learned, with us. Not in the guild with us, but in this world. I talked to with telepathy, and... I had learned he had gotten himself stuck on the way getting from Ironhold to Lun. He's closer to Lun than Ironhold, and he has no way of resetting his life to make it back to Ironhold... so... I wanted to get everyone here to help find him and rescue him."

Raime whispered a few words after that. "Stuck in a barrel"

Katherine wandered aimlessly through the town. It had finally sank in that she was, in fact, trapped in this game with nobody she knows. She had just returned from taking out a few high leveled players that had set up a "toll" on one of the few roads leading out of town. Katherine that that at least then it would give her something to do, but alas, they were eliminated with ease. Katherine gave a big sad sigh and sat herself down on the side of the road, staring at the ground blankly.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew over her. Looking up, she saw her mount, Ozy, staring at her curoisly with his head tilted slightly to the left. Her eyes widened when she realized that since the game was all real now with first person and everything she could..... A grin grew on her face. "Ozy! There you are boy! Let's go for fly for a bit, alright?" she hopped onto the back of the Tarragon. "Alright.... now to figure this out.... hmmm... Ozy.. Go!" Nothing happened. Ozy just looked back at his master with could maybe made out as a confused look. "Err..... Yip yip? Mush! Fly! Up! Hmmm..... maybe he's like a horse....?" Kathrine had never in her life done horseback riding... but movies in her mind count. She gave a light kick to the sides of her Tarragon and.... "WHOA!" suddenly the Tarragon leapted into the sky and with a few beats of his wings, they were flying. After a little more frightening experimentation, she found leaning stearted the creature left and right and pulling up on his reins made him go up while leaning forward made her go down. "Alright... I guess that's the basics... Okay Ozy boy, lets try something a bit more fun!"

She rolled her pet over and dove into the town of Lun. She flew down the streets, earning the stares of both people of the land and adventures alike as she did. She darted and weaved between the various buildings before pulling up sharply an looping over. All the while, she laughed in delight. It had always been her dream to become a pilot in the real world (I guess it runs in the family), but this was if anything more exciting than that. After an hour, she finally landed in the square and hopped off. She patted her mount's head and gave him some feed. "I guess we should take a break. Go on now, go find some place to rest." she said, motioning the animal that it could leave. With a small nod, the Tarragon took off back into the sky to find a good place to nap. Katherine walked over to nearby tree and did the same, trying to push away the much more darker thoughts that had been weighing on her mind ever since she became trapped in this game.

Lemonade was in awe. There was a beautiful Violin made using some new materials from the new expansion at a nice little shop alleyway shop in Lun. Bone white with black strings with a matching bow and a small black rose painted on the belly. It was elegant and came with a free silver harmonica with a gold trim. Unfortunately for Lemonade it was a bit beyond his price range and he had to leave empty handed. Well now I have to make some money, or get equivalent materials and have one of my own made. Either or suits me just fine. Catching himself in a mirror on the way out Lemonade licked his thumb and wiped away some dirt that was on his cheek removing the dirt, leaving the Day of the Dead makeup unsullied and in perfect order as usual.

Stepping into the street Lemonade noticed a sad little girl One of the People of the Land, they seem so real now... sitting down next to her he tapped her shoulder and used his Gardener's Joy to start pulling flowers out of thin air. This astounded the girl and Lemonade's Old Blue Eyes further increased the girl's friendliness to him. Keen to put a smile on the little girl's face Lemonade started weaving his flowers into a crown. Making a bit of a show Lemonade pretended to put the crown on over his hat, acting shocked when it didn't fit, before placing it on the little girl's head. Standing up and making an elaborate bow
"Your Majesty, now that your mood has been lifted I shall be on my way" with that Lemonade walked off and down the streets.

Even after the three days since the apocalypse Lemonade still had trouble navigating Lun. He was also rather surprised to see that there were so few Bards in Lun, he had only run across a few and most of them had been below level 30. He played mostly out of Varis, there was a rather good Bard scene there and he could usually find a group to form a temporary party, but he had been in the middle of a tour of each city to see if the update had changed any of them significantly, new shops, landmarks, People of the Land, things like that. Now he was stranded in Lun, but determined to make the best of the situation and if it came down to it he would even join a guild, although Lemonade was appalled at every guild's hoarding of the female players.

No one should have a monopoly on beauty, keeping it all to yourself is a crime against humanity! as such in this new world Lemonade had developed the bad habit of attempting to "liberate beauty" from guilds by telling them just that, which in turn often lead to the conclusion that he is confessing to them. That last part often had mixed results, especially since Lemonade has a loose definition of beauty. One propositioned player asked him why he thought they were beautiful and he answered
Everyone makes music, I'm a Bard because I love music, it denies music's very purpose to not be shared. I want you to share your music, it's very hard to do that when tied down to a guild.

As he wandered Lemonade stopped dead in his tracks. Spinning on his heel Lemonade saw there was a small crowd of People of the Land children following him. The little girl Lemonade called Your Majesty had been following him, and had brought some friends along.
"Well Your Majesty I see you have brought the rest of your Kingdom, now that we have a gathering what ever shall we do... Have a parade?" the little girl bit her lip obviously unsure what to say. "I wasn't joking Your Majesty, simply give the order and I will lead your crowd of youngsters down the main thoroughfare with my trumpet announcing your presence." the little girl nodded shyly "Very well, come along then!"

-One hour later-

"Are you ready to serve her Majesty lads?" looking up Lemonade saw the boys lining the balconies with baskets of flowers that came from Gardener's Joy ready to shower the street. "This would go a lot better if some of my mates from Varis were here... oh well, no crying over what could have been. All right then, let's get started" taking out his Phantasmal trumpet Requiem for the Lost Lemonade brought it to his lips and... a cheery tone resonated down the road and flower petals started to rain from the sky as Lemonade led a procession of children in a miniature royal parade Old Blue Eyes making certain that no People of the Land took major offence at the disruption.

The ally stank of dead rats and rotten food. but the smell didn't halt the small gathering of people their. The small group of people where in the process of purchasing some goods from a young man with purple eyes. who seemed to almost effortlessly cater to the crowds need until they begun to disperse satisfied with their product. Which in fact was just a batch of weak healing potions nothing really special about them but the adventurers that had purchased them, wanted them for when they could get out of Lun and into the vast stretch of land between Lun and Ironhold.

Charak let out a heavy sigh of relief as the last person left, It was strenuous to cater to so many. Charak had spent the majority of the apocalypse trying to get enough cash to pay the toll. he was getting closer to the required amount another sale like that and he would be able to come and go as he pleased, as much as he didn't like having to pay a toll, and the fact that players could revive at the cathedral. Going against a Group of high level players on his own and being a lower level is asking for suicide.

Leaving the alleyway Charak took to the main street where Landers where selling their produce to other people. The food was terrible though but a necessity to live. Charak brought some water and some bread, he chewed the bread slowly. Still the same horrible taste as always, the water was alright, he didn't mind the water because it tasted as it should. wiping his mouth with his glove. Charak continued to walk until something passed overhead towards the town square. "what the bloody hell" Charak said in retort to the flying beast. (much to the disgust of the old Lander woman next to him.) Charak started to run through the street. The Creature whatever it was, happened to be faster then he was so Charak started to lose sight of it. until he saw it land on the other side of the building in the town square.

Creeping slowly around the building he noticed the dragon like beast being fed by a Archer Girl. The Dragon thing Flapped its scaly wings and flew off somewhere. "well thats helpful" Charak said with a smirk. he could ask to borrow that dragon thing to get out of Lun. perhaps he was getting full of himself. his sheathed dagger clanked softly as he moved towards the tree where the archer was resting.

The menu popped up. Level 90 - Assassin. Charak retorted backwards with a look of fear spreading across his face before subsiding quickly as it had appeared. but the Archer assassin was stronger then he was. Like most of the Tryhards and veteran's. Never the less he continued to stare at The Assassin. his mind working over time on what to do next...

Inull, with more than a hint of anger, was dragging his shrine along with him through the roads of Lun. Personally, he preferred Whitewater. It was much nicer weather, he figured. Here it was not cold. He could not feel the cold in his bones. In his armor, it was actually quite warm. How long had it been since that time at the shrine? Weeks? Months? He heard many people on his travels saying something about three days since “the Apocalypse”. Maybe something had happened during his time at the shrine. If this “Apocalypse” was linked to his time at the shrine, then that would mean that he had only spent three days, or maybe even less, travelling from Whitewater to Lun. Those numbers seemed wrong, especially since he was slow moving and stopped on occasion. But, he hadn’t stopped for more than what seemed a few minutes. He stopped thinking about it when the concept of time began to pull at that infinite nothing that lurked in his mind, threatening to devour his thoughts.

His thoughts began to linger elsewhere. The “guild hall”, a rather humble building, smaller than most that he saw here in Lun, had been empty, with no evidence of habitation. Had it been abandoned? Or had he checked in at the wrong time? This city was unpleasant, chaotic, filled with confusion. It had been present in Whitewater, too, but at least the cold in Whitewater was there to gnaw at their bones and fill them with purpose. Here, there was no such distraction, as far as he could see. He watched the ground intently, watching a large shadow dance over his own and many others. It was a flying beast. Chaotic. That’s all that he thought. When he saw that someone was actually atop the beast, he scowled beneath his helmet. Chaotic.

The Shrine, following behind Inull, ground to a stop with him. There was a crowd, no, a line of children following a strange man. They were in Inull’s way, or at least, would have been if Inull actually had a destination. Stopping in his tracks was a nuisance for him, as it took some difficulty to get moving again. Pulling his shrine close to him, Inull used it as something to lean against. He watched the children marching, like slaves to auction. But they smiled, following obediently behind the strange man. Flowers rained down upon them, thrown from other children in the balconies adorning the buildings on the side of the home. Why were there so many flowers? Where did they come from?
The thought, again, pulled at the endless nothing that had devoured the times before the shrine. This made him uncomfortable and impatient. He needed to do something, lest he let that nothing gnaw at his very being. Grabbing his shrine with some effort, Inull pushed through the, to him, seemingly endless horde of children marching endlessly and obediently behind that strange man. As he pushed through the horde, he murmured a very brief and irritated “Apologies.” To whatever small children he pushed aside. With his shrine grinding the road beneath and creating a terrible noise, Inull eventually found himself pushed through the horde of children. While Inull was usually a kind man, especially to children, he had little to no patience today. Everything seemed to pull at the endless nothing, trying to conjure images which did not exist.

He pulled the shrine along with him, his hand gripping it tightly. It screeched behind him whenever it ground its base against something underneath it. His banner sung happily when he walked, flapping happily against the oncoming wind. It was a rather amusing contrast to the way Inull walked. Each step he took was heavy and riddled with less than subtle hints of anger. With an unnatural amount of ease, Inull hoisted the shrine up and into the palms of both his hands, stepping onto the stairs that now tried to mock him and his shrine. Each step he took was now calm and calculated, firmly planted into the stone stairs, Inull not daring to move unless he was sure that he would not fall. It had happened in Whitewater. He had slipped and landed heavily on his back, while hugging the shrine tightly.

Inull was rather lost in the town of Lun. These stairs, as he had just discovered, lead nowhere. Well, nowhere of interest to him at least. There were a few benches here and there, but the truth was that Inull had no idea what this place was. With a sigh of discontent, he began to walk down the stairs, with even more caution than he had shown climbing up them. Each step was a waste of time. What if there were others? What if they sought him as he sought them? No, surely they would not waste their time doing such a thing. They would do whatever it was they were supposed to do. Inull grumbled, pulling up the “user interface”. He didn’t like that name. It sounded wrong. But he didn’t have a name to call it by, other than that.

All these names on this list were gray. What ties to the times before the shrine did they hold? It mattered little, but still the question did linger on his mind from time to time. But his gods had shown him that he must let go. Shaking his head and closing this “user interface”, he began his slow climb down the stairs again. This road lead directly back to the still-moving line of children. Were they just slow movers? Had they walked in a large circle? Was Inull fast? Were there infinite children in line? Inull was confused. But he showed more patience this time. He could afford to relax and to calm himself for now.

He’d leave Lun later. For now he was content with learning the city, in the event he ever returned to it. There was also the matter of determining where to head from here. Maybe he would return to Whitewater, where the cold brought him comfort. Or maybe he would continue searching for others of the Crusader Knights of the Western Lands and head to Ironhold instead. Maybe he’d visit one of the other cities instead. Digging in his bags, he eventually found what he was searching for, a primitive and crude map of the world. There was Whitewater, Lun, Ironhold, and then a few other markings that had been rubbed out by something. Looked to him like his options were limited.
Still watching the children pass by, Inull pushed his shrine to a wall and sat at its base, studying the map. He earned more than a few dirty looks from people all around, presumably due to his earlier action of pushing through the line of children. As he sat, studying the map and occasionally glancing up at the children, he felt the pain of hunger set in. Looking about, he spotted a small tavern, named “The Best Tavern In Lun” Wait no, that wasn’t the name, that was a sign. The name was actually “The Yum Heart”. Maybe that was actually just another sign, but Inull cared little. Standing up and grabbing the shrine, he meandered to the door and found that the shrine could not fit. He pulled and pushed and tried desperately to fit it in, but alas, it was too big to breach the tight doorway. After some contemplation, Inull left the shrine in the doorway and wandered over to the counter. It wasn’t that far from the Shrine, but after maybe ten steps, Inull felt ill. His armor suddenly grew significantly heavier and his steps were now much lighter and careless. He almost tripped at one point, in fact. Finally reaching the counter, Inull reached into his bag and pulled out a meager sum of gold, the last of his reserves actually, and threw the pieces on the counter, stammering out a “Whatever this’ll get me, get me that.” The tavern-keeper brought out a small plate of what seemed to be some bread and a small glass of what Inull assumed to be ale. Eating the tasteless meal and drinking the tasteless ale with haste, Inull slumped back to the shrine in the doorway.

Upon touching its handle, he felt instantly renewed. Letting out a large sigh, he pushed the shrine out and back into the road, where he sat on it and happily watched the line of children pass by, still. He sat there humming one of the Templar’s Prayers, this one a dirge. He was no musician or singer, so the hum was rather dull and tuneless. But it kept his mind occupied. He tapped his fingers lightly against his leg, perhaps stirred on by the leader of the children’s enchanting tune. Maybe that’s why the line seemed endless. The children were definitely occupied by it and people seemed to be enjoying the display. It was rather amusing. Had Inull a talent for music, he would consider joining, but Inull had no knowledge of music save the innate knowledge everyone might claim to have ownership of. Inull sat still against the base of the shrine, drumming his fingers without any melody against his leg.

Ra, like many other players, had a rough time adjusting to his new life. Although, also like a few others, he couldn't decide if this was a curse or blessing. After all, he always had daydreams about what life would be like stuck in a TV show or a video game. Now he knows! It was surreal to say the least. He was immortal, extremely strong, and had quite a few skills he didn't have in real life. Such as the ability to pummel things into the dirt with his fists. However, he also had to risk pain and agony every time he wanted to get some cash. However, that was rarely a problem. He already had a few grand laying around in his bank account before the apocalypse, and he only needed about 35 gold to get by. But still, Ra wanted to explore and to know. Like others, he wanted to not only adjust, but to prosper.

On the third day, his guild Silverfall held a meeting. Although Ra was slightly bothered by it he certainly had no intentions of skipping it. He didn't know if they knew anymore then him, or what exactly they had planned to do. Are we going to do a dungeon? he asked himself, however he found that to be very unlikely. Even he was scared of doing stuff like that, he was barely able to use the new combat system without getting his nerves wrecked by anxiety and stress. However, that wasn't the only things that made him nervous in this world. He had already experienced PKers and what happens when guilds go bad, it hadn't even been a week in and there were already groups out there willing to shed blood for the gold and items instead of just farming weaker mobs. Many-a-times had Ra been forced to go around places or join little attack-parties to get past blockades. Ra's worst concern for the world at this point was that things could quickly become very bad if one of the big guilds decided to become PKers.

But that was a worry Ra needed to save for another time. He was now at his guild meetings! He was worried about being late, but it looks like that wasn't the case. It began with Raime talking about how he wanted a discussion with everyone. Certainly something that Ra could get on board with. As long as this wasn't some discussion about joining the Pkers or theft from the landers Ra would go along with almost anything at this point, he was bored and wanted to help out his friends. However, it looked liked the only thing they would be doing was helping Thandev. The name was familiar to Ra, but couldn't exactly remember anything they had done something together when this game was just a game. The only thing he knew for sure about Thandev is that he only had Raime on his friends list and he was a bit of a weird guy. So they were looking for Thandev? This certainly wasn't what Ra was hoping would happen, but this couldn't be too bad. He overheard Raime whisper something about a barrel, but nothing after.

Ra wasn't quick to leave after Raime was done. He'd rather go around with some others. Both for the company, and because he was a little bit nervous about being attacked. Three days in and murder was a little more common then he would like. It is certainly easier to go along with because although you can kill people they never really 'die'. Ra would agree that it is a very nice incentive due to having less of a moral backlash on a kill. Helped your mind rest easier after killing and pillaging.

Swift pinched the bridge of her nose as she looked down, gritting her teeth together. She looked back and glared at the Hlaf-Alv player behind her. "I swear, if you don't stop bugging me, I might actually kill you every single time I have a chance. Right out of the Cathedral? I don't care. I'm comin' after you," she said, venom practically spewing from her mouth. The player held his hands up and grinned, starting to back away. "Hey, alright? I'll leave you alone. Just remember, our guild wi-" he was cut off by Swift squinting her eyes, and promptly left.

These guys are never going to leave me alone. It's like, "Hey look, a chick! Must have." Holy shit. Its like every guild in this stupid city is trying to get me to join. Swift kept walking down the market street, weaving through players and Landers alike. It was actually pretty boring in Lun. The first day after The Apocalypse was exciting, at least. Swift had found herself outside the city with a small party, which quickly dispersed. She spent the entire day hunting weaker monsters, just to get used to the combat. It wasn't too bad, once you got used to it. Then she made the mistake of walking into Lun.

At first, Swift tried to get out again by charming her way through the guards. Didn't work. So, this and that happens, and she ends up respawning. A few more tries against various groups of guards, with no luck. So, she accepted her temporary home, though somewhat begrudgingly. The amount of guilds in the city was dwindling, and it seemed like every single one was collecting female players. It was not a pretty sight, even with all of the extravagance of the bigger guilds. Swift soon found herself walking around a group of children, all walking around and singing. Ugh, Kids. Swift looked around to find a point of interest, and found one. It looked like a shrine of some sort. Those weren't that common, which was a bit surprising. Most players didn't like taking a near strictly-support role. What was even more odd was the fact that... it didn't look like it worked. Curious about the owner, Swift strolled over to the shrine, scoping out the hulk of armor that accompanied it.

Fear was a relative term, most people were scared of things like spiders or heights - irrational things. Almost everyone was scared of things which were rational; death, murderers, losing limbs. It was the only thing which kept Sera - or Serke as she was no known - going through the first days of the apocalypse. Then someone died and came back to life. Usually your fears would melt away, everyone else's did. But Serke's fear remained, she shifted from the rational to the irrational.

It had been three days, Serke knew what her skills roughly did - if she ever got into a fight she may have some hope if it was with a bunny. But she elected to remain where it was safe with her brothers old guild. Her time was spent mostly making maps which became apparently obvious from the satchel which was a filled with them that she carried around - apparently it was called a magic bag. It was funny, she had dozens of maps of the areas around Lun - albeit basic ones without frivolities such as contours - but she had never experienced them for herself. Although it was that fear of having to which had arisen when Raime called a meeting.

Not many people knew Serke wasn't the REAL Serke__ they had seen when Elder Tale was just a game. But rather, Serke's incompetent-at-video-games sister Sera. She had only elected to tell Raime and his assistant Tui who were in charge of the guild - she figure it was best for them to know. Unfortunately, that meant that Raime knew Sera was incompetent in the field when he announced the task. Serke wondered what her chances a of getting out of it were.

She had two options, try to convince Raime to let her sit the field work out. Or just go along with it and let her party down. It was a tough choice and as Serke pondered it shed tail shifted from side to side , she really needed to get used to this body.

Three days... Three days of confusion, fear and eventual acceptance compounded by inactivity and boredom. For all its value as entertainment, Elder Tale had thus far made for a poor standard of life. For those without guilds it must have been many times worse, stuck out in the cold all night or sleeping in oversubscribed inns. At least I've a warm bed and good company. Standing atop one of Lun's many towers, a rather dapper looking gentleman was gazing out over the city in a bored fugue. Quite aside from nothing happening these last few days, he himself had barely left the confines of Lun's inner city. He had enough gold saved to cover his expenses and no reason to leave... Regardless he felt as though he was wasting time here, although why he could not fathom. Fortunately, today might have something more interesting in store, should his illustrious Guildmaster come up with a suitable distraction. As the allotted time rolled around, he headed back down to street level and off toward the park wherein this meeting was to be held.

Silverfall had never been a large guild, nor was it the most appropriate for someone of his level, but the other members had always treated him fair regardless of his inability to join them on high-level raids. A fair few of them had been offline at the time of the Apocalypse, leaving the guild smaller than ever; regardless it was one of the more functional in Lun, with many others disintegrating due to low member count or defections to larger guilds. Silverfall could reliably call upon five or six members, more than most. However, the low turnout at the meeting was below even that number, a point which worried the young man. 'At least the area between the two cities is not of a high level; I assume he has gotten himself waylaid by PKers? They are rather common at the moment.' Getting stuck like this Thandev had reportedly done was no easy achievement; if he wished to return to Ironhold all he needed to do was jump off a cliff. Admittedly, self-preservation instinct was a powerful thing. 'At any rate dear Guildmaster, I am yours to command. Little good may I do in a raid, but to paraphrase our colonial brethren, I can still fuck shit up in the field.' Despite his poncy attitude he was rather looking forward to leaving the city limits; EarlTrevorVI had barely fired a shot since all this lark began.

Trouble, headed Inull’s way. He often noticed people approaching him and this one was no special case. Standing to his full height, which was actually rather tall and broad, Inull gave an overly-friendly wave to the “trouble”. Beneath his helm, however, Inull’s face contorted with a hint of caution. Taking a short step back, he bumped into the shrine, causing it to shake a bit. Turning quickly around to face the shrine, his hand darted down and stabilized it. He let loose a small sigh of relief, turning only his head back towards this “trouble”. Of course, it was not named “trouble”. It was what appeared to Inull to be a woman whom had cast a glance at his shrine. He did not often take kindly to strangers looking at the shrine, mostly due to his own consideration of the shrine as a naked part of his body. While he understood that it would draw glances on occasion, he still disliked it, especially while conscious of it.

This thought caused the Templar to move slightly in front of the shrine, attempting to cover it like a leaf covers a naked man. While his back was still turned away from this stranger, his head was still turned towards them, measuring every one of their steps with a cautious nature. Each time the stranger drew closer, he would adjust his posture, trying to appear as intimidating as possible. He also prepared a speech about his faith, in case he would get the opportunity to use it.

He half-wished that he could place a hand on the hilt of his greatsword without drawing attention, but he had seen the Royal Guard in action. It was an understatement to claim that it was beautiful. Inull had greatly admired the swiftness they had dealt with the problem which had arisen and hoped that they would deal with any future problems in the same way. His free hand, instead of grasping the hilt of his blade, hung limply without any purpose at his side. The slight wind in the air caused his banner to flap almost silently, evidence of his allegiance and pride to said allegiance. It was amusing, really, Inull was faithful to a fault. He knew not his gods or where he placed his allegiances, and yet he still blindly believed that he was, for lack of a better word, right. Still, the Templar watched the stranger approach, his head tilted in the same direction. It was impossible to tell if he was staring or not, due to the fact that his helmet concealed his eyes, one could assume that he was though. As he stood there, he debated walking away with shrine in tow, or staying. This internal debate caused him to choose the latter, due to the fact that he froze in place while thinking about it. This was not a big problem, in his mind, considering that he had practically nothing to fear from the stranger aside from incessant questioning.

Lemonade was ecstatic at how his little parade went. Sure the kids were closer to a rabble than a parade, but what can you do? Kids are kids, it would be like trying to capture a cloud with a butterfly net to force them into a more orderly procession. Well I think this can be considered a moderate success. I obviously didn't put on enough of a show to entrance Adventurers. We have nothing but time on our hands now, surely they could have waited five minutes! I guess I can forgive them. The big one had a somber melancholy beauty while the lady had a blazing one... wait... were they in guilds? They better not be. I'll think on it while liberating beauty from tyranny. With a smile and a spring in his step Lemonade put his trumpet in its case and bid farewell to his new little friends and started off in a new direction searching for both money and beauty. That violin won't pay for itself after all.

Do I need a really need direction if I don't know where I am or where I'm going? deciding he didn't Lemonade turned left and started off, managing to become more lost than ever before. Breaking out into an open area Lemonade saw a park People go to parks right? I can ask for directions!
At first Lemonade was walking, as he got closer he paused and squinted at a guild gathering in the distance. Heading off again at a jog, Lemonade slowly increased his pace until he was running at a full sprint.
Shouting "NOOOOOOO!" Lemonade fell using his knees with his momentum to skid forwards, pulling out a bouquet of blue roses out of his Gardener's Joy. "Why is such a beautiful jewel box not on display!?" standing up and handing off the bouquet to a near by female foxtail Lemonade sounded heartbroken "So rare", spinning away while pulling out a bouquet of white lilies, presenting them to the one in skeleton armor "Such a crying shame! Why hide such beauty in such a drab box?! Why have you clustered all these diamonds, ruby's and emeralds, causing them to lose there individual shine!? I simply can't understand you guild types!"
With his face in his left hand, trumpet case in the other, Lemonade sighed and went limp as if all energy had left his body and muttered "It's lost" over and over again.