On a dusty dirt road in the middle of a bright, green pasture on a sunny afternoon, an old man with a long scruffy beard and merchants clothing struggles to pull the wheel of his carriage out of a ditch. "Ah geez," he muttered under his breath as he failed once again to lift the wheel out. He then took a step back, hunched over with his right hand on his back and his left scratching the top of his head as he pondered what to do next. 

In the distance a young man with brown, messy hair and a foreign uniform made his way up the very same trail, carrying a traveling bag on his back and ambition within his eyes, as he came into view of the old man, he stopped to observe the situation from afar, and then quickly made his way to the old man, who turned to him and gave a smile. "Excuse me sir," the young man asked politely "Do you need some help?" The old man gave a somewhat weezing laughter and gave a nod "Ah, it appears so. Thank the heavens you showed up when you did boy." The young man smiled, and immediately made his way to the wheel wedged in the ditch, and lifted it up and out with ease. "There you are, sir." The old man gave another weezy laugh and grabbed the young mans hand shaking it with delight. "Ah, thank you my boy, thank you, come, let me give you a ride into town." Thankful, the young man bowed with respect to the elder, "I would be very grateful, please, allow me to drive the carriage, so we may avoid any further accidents," He said with a smile. "Oh thank you my boy thank you," The old man said whilst giving yet another trademark laugh. Measha helped the old man into the carriage, threw his bag in the back, and jumped into the drivers seat. 

"So, what's your name my boy? What are you doing all the way out here by yourself?" the old man asked as they made their way to town. "Measha Kenomoeru, sir" Measha said, and handed the old man a sheet of paper "I'm looking to join up with a mage's guild called the Azure Dragon, I believe it's very new and located in the town we are headed but i'm not sure exactly where, would you happen to know, sir?" The old man squinted at the paper whilst rubbing his scruffy beard "Guild huh. I'm afraid I wouldn't know anything about that, but if you say its in town i'm sure someone might'uh seen it," the old man looked towards the road ahead and pondered, "Kenomoeru, huh. Rings a bell." The pair rode in comfortable silence for the rest of the way, taking in the clear blue sky and lush green grass that surrounded them for miles. Measha enjoyed the company of the old man, he reminded him of someone he cherished, not so long ago. He could feel something in the air, something he hadn't felt in a while. He felt like he was meant to be here, at this very moment, on this journey to join the Azure Dragon. He was filled with purpose, and loved the feeling of it. 

Finally, they arrived to the old man's merchant shop in town. Measha leaped from the carriage and insisted he'd help carry the contents of the carriage into the shop. Measha walked back and forth from the carriage and shop carrying merchandise, general items and wares while the old man shifted through the contents of a chest in his shop. As Measha carried in the last of the cargo the old man pulled out an old tattered book from the chest with foreign writing engraved on the cover, which translated into a single word, Kenomoeru. "Measha, my boy, here. I want you to have this." Measha grabbed the book with awe, and with an astonished look he asked "Where on [i]earth[/i] did you get this?" The old man handed Measha a cup of tea, and sipped on a cup of his own, then took a seat on a box of fruit. "A long, long time ago, back when I used to have a full head of hair" he said accompanied with a weezy laugh, "A man came into my shop, dressed in an odd uniform, strangely, he wasn't really looking to buy, but rather converse." The old man took another sip of his tea, "So we talked, and had a very pleasant conversation. Eventually, he handed me this book, and said it was a gift. He told me I was a good man, and when the time came I would know what to do with this gift, he then bought some things, and was on his way." The old man stood up, walked over to Measha and placed his hand on his shoulder, "Measha, my boy, I think this book was meant for you." Measha gave a nostalgic smile. He knew very well the person that gave this book to the old man. He then bowed with respect again to the old man, "Thank you, sir" The old man put his hands up "Please please" said the old man, "Call me Fargo. Do come visit me some time my boy, an old merchant like myself doesn't get much company." Measha smiled again, set down his tea and shook his hand, "Thank you Fargo," He then grabbed his bag, and quickly left the shop.

Measha walked out the door with a heart of fire, but it then dawned on him that he did not know where he was or where to go. No matter though, he simply began to walk, moving through the crowd with purpose, he felt that he knew exactly where he was going. After turning a few corners, Measha stopped, and looked with a sense of accomplishment to the Azure Dragon. At first glance it didn't look like much, anybody could tell that it had been created fairly recently, and still needed some work here and there, but to him it meant everything. This is where he was meant to be. Measha tucked the book in his traveling bag, holding back his excitement, and made his way towards the guild.