Bright sun shone down on the coastal town torturing a great many of its already strained residence. The great expedition to find Alpheim’s Lost God, was soon to commence, and as such, the city of Merain was packed to the brim with those who wished to join the Government funded operation. Travelers, both honest and… those who were much less so, were tromping through the streets anxiously heading in all directions, buying, selling, and talking jovially. 

One such man, was no traveler, or not yet anyways. One of the great noble families – the Lystraan family, had allowed a few of their adopted children to take part in the expedition as they saw fit. This was on the condition that none of them were in the same group, and as always, competed against each other. 

Evergreen eyes glanced back toward the main house he’d known as home for the last 12 years. A home he was soon to depart from for an unknown amount of time, and should he prove very unlucky in the venture, never see again. It was a sight to behold, that was true. His adopted father was the fifth richest man in the kingdom, and he spared no expense in flaunting that wealth on everything. 

 Rashim Lystraan was his name, third oldest of the family’s five adopted children. Currently he was clad in blue cloth with white glossed armor, the boy did like blue, and looking good in front of others was important to his father. One must always look their best… as his father had stated on so many occasions. 

His first destination would be the Government offices to sign up for the Expedition and to join one of the many groups heading out into the wilder areas of Alpheim. Two of his adopted siblings would also be taking part in what his eldest brother had called a great and wondrous waste of time. It was easier for the 23 year old to say such, he was in the lead with their father’s attention and affection; the most likely to inherit everything when their father passed. 

“You’re still here little brother?” came the voice of the eldest himself. Wild slicked black blonde hair and eyes of Crimson gave the boy away. 

“Goodbye to you too Westal,” Rashim said then turned his evergreen gaze back over the city and started his trek, it would normally be an hour to his destination, but with the city as packed as it was, it could be as much as two this day. Their villa, far up on the mountain side, was a great deal farther away than he liked it to be. Father said the walking helped build their character, so riding into town for any reason would lower them in his eyes. 

“I’ll see you soon little brother. Try not to get killed without me there to save you,” echoed down after him a few moments later.