Outskirts of Truce
12:07 p.m.
I returned to the field where I had previously been practicing with my sword before I saved Lucca and Errol to resume my practice. I sliced the air at invisible enemies, slaying envisioned foes one by one. It would get exhausting after hours on end, but I was nowhere near that point.
It wasn't until I spotted a man walking towards me out of the corner of my eye that I finally ceased my false attacks. He didn't seem to be in much of a hurry to get to me, but he was indeed walking to me and not just out for a stroll. He looked tough and muscular, even from this distance. He could probably take a lot of damage before actually getting hurt.
Eventually, he stopped just about two yards away from me, his expression cold and emotionless. "Have you seen a girl with purple hair and glasses anywhere nearby?"
I looked at him, trying miserably to hide my surprise. "Uh, yeah, I saw her."
His expression remained icy as he continued, "Which way is she headed?"
"She's heading that way," I pointed eastward, "back to Truce."
The man stepped closer to me, and I now realized that he was a full head above me in height. "You've been most helpful."
And then the darkness came.