Harold inhaled deeply and sighed, placing his mug down on the table. "You want to be a hero? Jenso, the world is a lot bigger than Arcadia. This Prisma fellow isn't going to fall into your hands even if you master the art of magic," Harold insisted, shifting his weight, "I can give you his name, and I can send you off, but you'll be running into a world that Arcadia has never known anything about."

	"It's suicide," Bill shouted, rushing past his wife. He slammed his hands on the table. "You'll be walking into the darkness and getting nowhere fast, except dead. Don't throw away your gift of life on your pride."