The Lucky Fairy tavern bustled, dozens of men and women moving in and out as they bought, traded, and haggled. The celebration had brought everyone from Goron's to Zora's to Castle Town. Bris sat at the bar, Marcie the tavern owner brought him a meal and a mug of milk. Bris just smiled handing her a small bag, when she opened the bag she squealed and slipped it in her pocket. "It's on the house then, thanks for this Bris, your a good guy." The Lux mercenary simply raised his mug drinking to his favorite tavern and it's wonderful owner.

He'd been gone nearly three weeks, he'd taken four jobs along his trip out, making a nice bundle of rupee's. First he escorted a caravan over to the mountain village of Kakariko. Then next he took supplies from village by the mountains up river to Zora's domain where he was given a letter. After that Bris was to bring a letter from Zora's domain to a village by the sea. Finally his last job, get a bag of pearls for Marcie's little sister, the little girl had wanted to make a necklace to wear during the festival.

The crowd moved out into the street as space freed up in the bar he pushed his plate away, his fork falling upon it, his plate cleared of any scrap of food. He picked up his shield setting it on his back, next he secured his sword on his belt. Just as he turned to thank Marcie for the meal, three other mercenaries stumbled in, they seemed drunk already, shameful. They belong to Din's Flame mercenary company, a good name for a bad bunch, they were almost as bad as criminals. The one in the lead reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of brandy smirking he popped the cap and poured it into his flask. 

Marcie was no push over, nor was she afraid of any two-bit mercenary from Din's Flame Bris smiled that girl could make a Goron cower in fear. "You're paying for that! No free drinks, especially for you lot!" She yelled storming over grabbing the bottle free of the blonde mercenaries grasp.

The blonde one in the lead growled. "I don't pay for nothing! I'm with the Din's Flame, beside's that brat over their never pays for his meals and drinks!" The blonde merc spat back before looking at the other two mercenaries. Bris noted that the blonde was back up by scarred up, ugly looking man along with another man who hair had so much oil in it he could have been used as a torch.

Bris shrugged his shoulders and stepped closer. "I rent the room upstairs plus I do work for her, I earn what I eat. Beside's I don't drink like you fools, I'm a professional."

A larger one, his red hair styled ridiculously moved so he had a better view of Bris drawing his sword. "Shut it boy, the grown ups are talking." He snarled, the scared one eyeing Bris careful, he must have been the smartest of the bunch.

Bris drew his sword as well. "I'd get out now if I were you, my name's Bris Lux." He said as slipped his shield off his back. "Marcie, why don't you check Jenna?" He said, waiting until his friend was clear.

The three mercenaries laughed, spreading out in front of him drawing their blade. The blonde laughed. "Yeah right, Lux is the best in town! If your Lux then I'm the King of Thieves!" The other two, one with deep scars across his face and the red head whose hair was mostly oil laughed with him. 

"Fine, but I am Lux, just so you know what to tell your boss later." With that it began, Lux tilted his shield bouncing sunlight into the eye's of scared one's face one before launching towards Blondie slamming his shield into the blond's face as he blocked Red's attack with his blade. He kicked Scarface into the door sending the dazed opponent out into the street he looked at Red. "Take your friend and leave or this gets bloody." Red grabbed Blondie and hauled him out, Scarface chasing after them, he chuckled looking at the floor, a couple of Blondie's teeth now laying upon it. 

Putting his sword and shield away he placed two hundred rupee's on the bar, the few patrons who had been watching stared at the warrior, in awe and fear. Marcie walked back out picking up the rupee's as he left waving, Bris Lux had once again saved the day, even if it was just protecting a little tavern.

As Bris entered the main street, the parade in full swing he stopped, unlike most he did not stop to stare at the parade but to focus on a voice. One that came not from his ears but from his mind, like magic, even over the noise of the crowd and the dozens of screaming children, her voice was clear and purposeful. [color=lightblue]"To the Temple of Time, your destiny awaits."[/color] 

With that he cut across the the parade's path heading right for the temple, people yelled at him to get out of the street but he continued on his way. Finally once he had gotten into the back streets he began to run, he wanted to see the temple anyway but now it had become much more interesting. Where their was magic their was a very good story or a well paying job, he would be fine with either or both if he could have both. When he finally found his way to the Temple of Time he walked up to the large ornate wooden door's pushing on them. He wondered if they would even budge he would hate to have to break down these doors.