It was a journey, all of it was a long journey, and at times Ryuku had to wonder if his sacrifice was worth it. He was far from the perfect being that travelers and those he helped often thought he was. With his odd silver hair, bright green eyes and the extraordinary feats he often performed he understood why they thought such a thing, but it did not settle well with the man.

Three days he had been walking the mountains, guided by nothing more than intuition and a bit of luck. It wasn’t until the third night he broke somewhat free of the winding twisting paths of the mountain range, the Moschet Museum coming into view. It was a strange building, built into the side of the mountains, old and poorly taken care of. Yet, there was no mistake that was where he wanted to head.

Unarmed and unarmored he moved closer to the building, unknowingly approaching from the opposite direction The Worldwalker was. His path took him around several large boulders and down a slight hill. Be it merely chance or something else Ryuku capped the small rise just as The Worldwalker called out his challenge.

“You’ll wake the dead.” He said in a quiet, but strong voice, his words drifting on the eerie night breeze down to the garbed man in the middle of the relatively small open court-yard. Ryuku peered around, his bright green eyes narrowed as he took in the environment.

“This is a sacred place.” He walked down the little hill towards the courtyard and where The Worldwalker stood. “It is an old place. Do not disrespect it.” That last was given not as a suggestion, but rather, a warning.