It had been years since Holo left Lawrence to marry Amati.
Lawrence had lost track, since the hole he had in his heart caused so much pain he couldn't bare to do anything anymore. He longed to escape the pain, or be back together with Holo
-Backstory Summary
Lawrence was too late. He had enough pyrite, but was waiting for the optimal time to crash the market. Amati had got there first, and sold his stock. Amati handed the money to Lawrence, which forced him to sign the marriage contract. He couldn't bare the heartbreak, and contemplated suicide. Holo had happily got together with Amati and left Lawrence with nothing but a hole in his heart and a thousand Trenni silver. Even then, Lawrence was sick. He couldn't bring himself to suicide, and instead left a note for Holo at the inn plus all their belongings, including the thousand silver coins. Money no longer mattered to him, he didn't want to be a merchant anymore. He refused to open a shop, his dream abandoned. It was too painful to remember the time he spent with Holo. Lawrence only took his wagon and horse, abandoning all his cargo at the inn, except for one thing he found in his cart: Holo's robe. It still had her scent on it when he found it, and kept it. He became a one-man fierce mercenary, but continued to bring her robe wherever he traveled and fought to remember her. Legends spread throughout the lands of a heartbroken merchant becoming a merciless mercenary.
-Backstory end
Lawrence was venturing a dangerous forest to get to Kumersun to meet with Mark one last time then head north to Yoitsu. He now only had a bag which contained a few important items, plus his sword. Lawrence lost the wagon and horse to a group of bandits that ambushed him when he first left Kumersun without Holo. It was very painful just to remember that, but he did so any way. Lawrence set up camp, and opened his bag to retrieve dried jerky and set his sword to the side of him. He also took out a robe, and held it in his arms. Painful memories returned, and tears formed and fell. Lawrence finally put the robe back in the bag and wiped his tears away. He ate, put out the fire, and continued to travel, even at nightfall. He managed to see another fire in the distance, and headed towards it.
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He arrived at the fire, and drew his sword at a clothed small figure that had a dog with her.
The dog immediately barked, which was quite familiar to him, and the figure quickly woke up.
"Enek!"
The figure was none other than Norah. Lawrence hadn't seen Norah ever since before that time, and her trusty companion Enek was there as well.
She had her staff next to her, the bell slightly jingling as she rustled and tried to see who had drawn the sword to her. It took her some time to see his face, and recognize who it was.
"Mr. Lawrence?!"
Lawrence sheathed his sword, and plopped down next to her.
Norah had heard of the legends of the heartbroken merchant, but couldn't believe it was Lawrence, so she asked quietly.
"Are you..the fierce mercenary of the legend?"
Lawrence was temporarily stunned for a moment, remembering Holo again.
After recovering, he turned to look at Norah with an upset face and grumbled,
"Yes, it is me. I haven't seen you in a long time..."
Lawrence fought back the tears after remembering Holo, but as fierce and strong as he was, Lawrence was helpless against the emotions. Tears streamed, as he sobbed quietly.
Norah was surprised to see a feared mercenary cry, and moved closer to comfort him.
He explained everything to her after some comforting pats from Norah.
"So that's what happened... The legend only explained so much, where is Holo?"
"I have no idea. Last I saw her was when I left Kumersun without her. I am on my way there to meet one of my merchant friends before heading north again. Sorry about my sobbing, it is just painful for me to remember Holo."
He wiped his tears using his sleeve, and showed Norah the robe that he kept that Holo used to have.
"The only thing I have to remember her..."
"You poor thing..."
Lawrence stayed to sleep for the night, and Norah accepted him so he wouldn't spend another lonely night in pain.
