Bill nodded and placed a hand on Jenso's right shoulder. "Of course not," He whimpered, holding back tears. "You'd better come back alive one day, idiot." Maggie rubbed Jenso's shoulder and grabbed her husband's hand. "We'll be waiting."

	"Don't take on more than you can handle," Maggie begged, turning to comfort her husband, who seems far more torn up over the occurance. Harold cleared his throat as he appeared behind the married couple with a letter in his hand. "Oh, Harold-"

	"Take this to him, Jenso. The man's name is Lark Gaiaco. He's pretty reclusive, and last I checked, he's living somewhere out in the Zentai Forest. You might not even be able to find him, but if you're insistant, than this letter might convince him to guide you," Harold explained, extending his arm forwards with a golden-rod envelope in his hand.