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Shit, yeah, sorry. I'll get right on that.

I'm around, I just prefer to post only when a majority of others have responded to my previous post.

Ravio sighed as the foreigners left. That was not at all who he meant. It seemed she was dodging his questions, and was less trustworthy than originally thought. He would treat her as an ally, but he would get confirmation from the Hero, once he woke up. Speaking of waking, Ravio was just a tad bit tired. He would have a big day ahead of him, most likely, what with the princess gone. The town seemed... oddly familiar. The colors and symbols were off in most situations, but still, the layout was oddly familiar. He found his way to an inn with relative ease. He read the sign. 'Magtail Fort.' This was the inn that the foreigners were staying at, if he had heard them right. With a stroke of luck, he would be able to follow them unnoticed. He didn't want them to realize they were being followed. He slowly and quietly opened the inn's door, trying his hardest to stay still enough so that his bag of items made little noise. A small jingle, and he was in. He suddenly realized if the two had even gotten a glimpse at him, he'd be caught. He mentally cursed himself for wearing such bright and extravagant garb. Being well known was good in most cases, but while trying to enact espionage? Not as awesome. He took a quick glance around. He hadn't spotted anything bright orange, so he was fine in this room, for now. He walked up to the innkeeper. "Hello, I'll take a room for a night." Ravio said, nervously glancing at the few patrons still downstairs. Everyone must have still been at the square, and he couldn't tell if this was a blessing, or a curse. "80 rupees, sir." They said. Ravio couldn't really discern any features of the person due to the limited visibility of the hood's pupils. Still though, it sounded female enough to convince him to say "Thank you, ma'am." as he placed the gems on the counter. She handed him a key, and directed him to the stairs. "Fourth room on the right." She directed. Ravio walked up the stairs before glancing around the corner to see if Zant and... had the female said her name? Someone had, but he couldn't remember it. Started with an M, maybe? He'd just call her Miss M, for now.

Sorry, I'm here. I'll try an get a post up tonight if possible.

Ravio got closer to the odd group of people as Link was carried away. As soon as Midna finished explaining why the plaza had been so torn to hell, another person, a fairy by the looks of it confronted her about a member of the royal family. Midna further explained the situation, a blessing to him disguised as a way to disrepute an opponent. Well, possible opponent anyways, just stepping in from Lorule he had no idea as to the relationships of the Hyrulian populace, especially because these people had never shown up in his texts or paintings. Ravio's thought process was interrupted, as it was very often recently, by the other merchant huffily storming off after he had his thunder stolen by Ravio. Possibly though, by his choice words, something else was going on. The phrase "What do I know" suggested a differing ideology or possible someone misconstruing facts. Was she... lying to him? Everyone had seemed mad at her, but no one was filled with enough rage, or maybe foolishness to attack her. He decided to step carefully. If the monster here was big enough to do all that damage, and she had taken it down, albeit with help, that made her powerful. Possibly a magic user, seeing as her dress seemed to lack pockets, and she certainly wasn't wearing a sheath. "Hm." Ravio said, as he viewed the bitter mask merchant stomp back to his home, or possibly shop. Both, if he had taken a page out of Ravio's book. "He seems happy." Ravio said with a small grin, turning back to the fairy, lady, and grinning man trio. "Why was he so pumped up, if I may ask?" he asked, not directing the question to anyone particular in the group. If he wanted to understand what had gone one here before he had fell through Lorule's cracks, he had to get more than one side of the story.

Yes, long live Soren, kill the czar!

Yeah, I gotsa go too. My god is much to specific, I'm having a hard time staying in character, and I don't have much to do.

Okay, edited. The post now makes much more sense. Sorry, I was kinda tired when I typed out the post.

Oh yeah. Whoops. I'll edit it tomorrow. Sorry bout that.

Ravio smiled as he looked upon the starry skies of Lorule, the sparkling lights in the distance a calming picture to him. Things were good in Lorule, much better than how it was many years ago, as he had learned in a historical text the princess has allowed him to borrow. He had an odd compulsion for history for some reason. Never the less, he continued his journey to a village presumably near where he was. He couldn't confirm this because of the darkness, but if he was reading the map right... Ravio was suddenly interrupted from his pondering by a massive tremor. The sky flashed with lightning and a grand blood orange-like color, and he was swept off his feet, quickly shifting his bag so he wouldn't crush his merchandise. As he felt himself collide with the ground, he hit something hard. He was walking on soft grass, if he remembered correctly. He decided to take a quick inventory to make sure all of his adventurer's gear was still fit to be sold. Nothing even had a scratch on it, luckily, but there were much more pressing matters at hand. Even a cursory view of where he was revealed that he wasn't in the field anymore. He seemed to be in a town plaza of some sort, but it appeared that the earthquake had done much damage on it. "Hmm?" Ravio mumbled to himself. The damage was all wrong. These were impact dents and craters. Ravio got up and dusted himself off, looking down and accidentally allowing his hood to fall onto his face. He laughed to himself as he pulled the hood off his face and turned around. There was a pretty looking foreigner lady, another merchant, and... Ravio paused. That unconscious person looked almost exactly like he did, except of the differing colors of his hair and eyes. Ravio quickly hid behind his hood, for fear of disturbing the other people there with his looks as another Hero of Hyrule. back to the hero, he was, most likely, the hero of Hyrule. Though the texts on Lorule's counterpart were sparse, an illustration had been made, and a small amount of text had been written on him. He was the one who had restored Lorule's triforce, or at least a ancestor of him. Had Hyrule recorded their side of the story? Ravio would have to look into that, but more importantly, he had to talk to this Hero. If he had given assistance to Lorule in the past, maybe Ravio could return the favor? "Miss Orange-haired lady!" Ravio said, waving to grab the attention of the group of people in the plaza. "What happened here? I mean, a fight, I know, but whom or more likely, what, were you fighting that has gotten Mr. Hero so worn out?"