[h2][color=8dc73f]Revalda Sarot[/color] | Shulkwood Town [/h2]

([url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCBJKQRpWxI]Music[/url])

[color=8dc73f]"Sorry to interrupt, but have you seen this girl in the picture somewhere?"[/color]

"I don't believe so, green eyes. I rarely leave this town so I doubt I'll be much of help."

[color=8dc73f]"Alright, do you know anyone who could've potentially seen her?"[/color]

"Lot of people tend to pass through this town, so your best shot is a tavern. They might have info on this girl, though no guarantees in these lands."

[color=8dc73f]"It's something at least. Thank for help ma'am."[/color]

It's been frustrating two weeks since he was sent to Ashland and well, it's been going for him as well as anyone could imagine.

Before leaving Liberty, his longtime home, the old man named Noel had decided to reveal quite a big secret. And honestly, it was quite a shocking one really. Adopted daughter of quite an important individual was missing. Now that itself would make his eyebrows perk up, but this important person wasn't your average Councillor. However, once Founder of Liberty is involved, then your pressure tends to go off charts.

Then again, Nexus always had high expectations of its participants.

Shadowy figures passed by him as he approached the tavern step by step, green eyes staring at its logo. [b]In Tutum[/b]. Now while he certainly isn't well versed in linguistics, not even in his native language, he can make Latin word out. 'Safe haven' it means. Revan only manages to let out a tired chuckle. [i][color=8dc73f]"Quite a bold claim considering the hellscape. Guess I'll find out inside"[/color][/i] His hand would find a rusty handle as he opens the tavern's door.

[i]Smoke[/i]

Coughs escape form Revan as he entered the building, air filled with nothing but thick smoke. Despite first bad impressions, tavern itself looked quite well maintained, serviceable tables and chairs looked to be made out of old oak wood if he had to make a bet. It honestly felt like an old western film for him: A wanderer entering a tavern filled with good-hearted wasters, less than sane armed individuals and everyone in between. It didn't matter much, as he wasn't in the mood for a bar fight, he just wants to get things done.

[color=8dc73f][i]'Shouldn't be too bad.'[/i][/color]

Deciding to approach the nearest occupied table, he walks towards a strange man with a brown overcoat. The man seemed to be in his mid-30s with dirty blonde hair and long chin strap. Wearily, Revan would tap on the table, staring at a man as he looked up. [color=8dc73f]"Sorry for disturbing, can I get help with something?"[/color] Revan spoke in a calm tone. The only response he could hear is grunt as the man stood up, his expression clearly showing some irritation from being interrupted. "If you make it quick, I'll let it slide boy." 

Young agent searched something from his pockets, before pulling out a picture. The picture showed a purple haired and dressed girl, who seemed to almost lack any expression. The man rubbed his chin, seeming to be in deep thought. "Her? I believe I've seen this little girl alongside a woman. Something of importance I assume?" Revan's eyes narrow as he saw where this is going, but keeping his smile up as he crossed his arms. [color=8dc73f]"We both know that I'd rather not spill out the answer."[/color] Man only shook his head. "Well, I'm not throwing out valuable information unless you give me something of value in return."

At this point, Revan was starting to get annoyed. He would like to give a beatdown and interrogate into getting information, but there's no time to waste. Longer he stays here, the more useless the intel becomes. Grabbing his watch that he carried around his left wrist, he'd take it off and put it on the table. [color=8dc73f]"Quartz crystal watch, an expensive I may add. It better be good."[/color] Carefully examining the watch on his hands, slowly nodding as smirk comes across his face. "Very well, I'm holding my end of the deal then. Come with me." he'd gesture Revan to come outside as he walks out of the door. The agent simply followed suit.

With two figures outside the gates, the man points toward the hill filled with various rock formations. "Go straight through the hills to the west, head there till you spot the stone cliff in the far distance. From what I remembered, there was a small building built against the cliff, so it shouldn't be hard to notice. I'm not gonna promise they live there, but that's at least where I saw them most recently."

The young man nodded at the stranger. [color=8dc73f]"Alright! Seems week is shaping up to be lot better then. Just know that my knife is going through your ass if this is some sort of ambush by your gang."[/color] Old man simply waved off the threat, saluting as he walked back into town.

[color=8dc73f][i]'Well, guess I'm gotta warm up.'[/i][/color]

Staring at his path towards the goal, Revan starts stretching his thighs for the long road ahead. His legs are going to pay a hefty price sure, but all he may know, she may not have much time left till bandits kill them both. Not much is left to do for him other than ramping up the speed a little.

As his body takes a sprinting stance, his shoe jet exhausts start flickering, Revan's eyes glowing with determination.

[color=8dc73f][i]'Alright, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkD7ee0Qz64]let's do it.[/url] Ready.[/i][/color]

Wrist bracelet would start shaking as quartz crystal in it glows bright blue.

[color=8dc73f][i]'Set.'[/i][/color]

Green energy starts flowing out of boy's body, a smile creeping in. Not a fake one that he has had for most of his life, but the one smile that he never gets enough of.

[color=8dc73f][i][b]'Go!'[/b][/i][/color]

Sand dust trail would form as he blasts of with his gift, skating at high speeds as he appears to be a green blur to bystanders. Rhythm would start forming as he coasts in vast lands of ashes, gliding just above the ground thanks to the 'Rocket-skates' that he got from the guys with a white coat. After tolerating two bloody weeks, he has a final chance to help someone.

No time for him to worry about messing up, the only direction to go is forward.