The ride was exhausting, both physically and mentally. Robin didn't even lead his horse anywhere, he just kept thinking and let the horse guide itself. Is he making the right move? Is it right to just sleep with your wife and leave? There were so many questions, and so many wrong answers. He eventually found himself in a small farming city just south of the Feroxi border, and he bought a room for the night at the inn. It was still light out, so Robin decided to do something, anything, to take his mind off Cordelia.
This lead him to the market, looking around to see if he could find anything worth buying. He came across a pouch of Spirit Dust, in a tent belonging to- who else- one of the Annas. He took it up to her,
"How much?"
The woman raised an eyebrow, "Yeesh, what happened to you? You sound like you just got scammed out of a few thousand gold."
Robin rolled his eyes, " I come up to buy something, and you ask about my troubles? What are you a bartender?"
The woman looked down for a second, "Same attitude... Same look... Could he be? No..."
"Is something wrong?"
She nodded her head, "No, it's just I thought I've seen you before..."
Robin smirked, "Really? I thought I saw you a few towns ago."
The Anna smiled, "Oh? I wonder why.."
After some more banter and barter, Robin walked back to the inn, only to see the dining part of it filled with a bunch of muscle heads. Robin walked over to the bartender,
"What is this? Lowlife Sunday?"
He sighed, "Might as well be. Every Sunday, these thugs get drunk in order to celebrate the end of a sucessful week of plundering."
"End? Sunday's the begining of the week."
The bartender smirked, "You want to tell them that?"
"Noted. Can you get me a glass of the strongest liquor you have?"
The bartender smirked, "Woman trouble?"
Robin looked down, "Gee, how could you tell?"
Robin drank in silence, and drank, and drank. He later moved over to a table near the bandits, unable to move in a confident enough pattern to walk up the stairs to his room. After a few moments, the bandit leader started yelling,
"All right, boys! Tomorrow's Monday, which means it's a new week cor plunderin'! Let's get some rest and be ready for-"
Robin, too drunk to realize how stupid he was about to be, stood up, "In Naga's name, Sunday's the begining of the week, not the end!"
The leader turned to him, and started laughing, "What the hell? You're lucky I'm in a good mood, ya drunked trash, or else I'd beat the shit out of ya for that!"
"Oh really? I was about to say the same thing."
The leader, now pissed, ran over and grabbed Robin by his collar, "You wanna get yer ass beat today?"
Robin chuckled, "Listen, as nice as your drunken breath smells, could you set me down? I just dumped this really hot chick and I'm not looking for a boyfriend so soon."
Robin would have been sent flying across the room if another person didn't rip the thug of him. He would have said something else, but he soon passed out. The person that saved him carried him to Robin's room, and sat him down on the bed. He was covered up, and the person sat down across the room, on a chair in the corner,
"Robin... What happened to you?"
Anna looked down at the man infront of her. Gone was the cocky grin, the firery passion, the intelligence. Now before her lay a shadow of the man he was, the man she admired. Anna looked up to the sky,
"Naga... Help him. I don't know why he's like this, but please... Help him."
She looked back at him, unable to stop the tears. Here she thought he was dead, but now he lays a drunken mess. She mumbled softly under her breath,
"What happened to the man I fell in love with?"
