A/N: I start moving into College today. O.O does not quite feel real yet. –

Anyway, without further ado, chapter twelve,

Enjoy.


Ryker slept peacefully, content now that one of his nightmares was gone. The faded blue covers of the hotel bed pulled up to the boy's ears, only a tuft of golden hair visible as he slept on. When they had arrived to the inn, the boy seemed surprised and so excited to sleep on a real bed.

Repede lay asleep on the rug between the two beds, wet to the bone. The dog was sprawled across the large rug, maybe to help speed up the drying process as he slept or for comfort, perhaps even both. Either way, hopefully, the dog would not come down with a cold.

Yuri watched the rain blankly from his window while he sat cross-legged on his firm bed, messing up the neat alignment of the pillows and comforter. In just his undershirt and in just his undershirt and pants, his vest, belt and boots out to dry. His hair was somewhat damp, finally fully drying out.

It was just his luck to arrive in Capua Nor during a seasonal downpour. The rain probably would not let up for a good two or three days, making travel impossible. He and Ryker would just have to wait for the rain to let up before heading over to Tolbyccia.

The rain reminded him of the first time he came to Capua Nor, with Estelle, Rita, and Karol alongside him in search of Flynn. They had met Raven here, and while chasing him had got into the manor. They had also met Judith and Ba'ul here, the two of them going around and destroying all the Hermes Blastia.

He wondered how they were all doing right now.

Flynn was most likely pissed at him; maybe he had already found Suingam. If that did not scream 'Death Sentence', he did not know what did. The Elite, once they figured it out, if they figured it out, would undoubtedly put out a reward for his head. Flynn was the commandant, and would undoubtedly have to arrest and execute him.

Yuri sighed, instead focusing his thoughts on Rita; she was still probably in Danhgrest with Karol. Karol, Yuri thought with a slight smile, was still probably stuck dealing with Common Wealth. Maybe the old man and Judy had finished their errands and were already back in Danhgrest…

And Estelle… he just hoped she had stayed in Halure, although it seemed unlikely. Regarding her, there were so many questions. How had she slipped past Flynn and snuck out on her own? He had not seen any guards with her, and she was in her travel clothes, which could only mean she was on her own. Why was she out on her own…?

And how would she react now, that he had killed Suingam? Did she know that he had attacked Flynn? He could not see any reason why she would not know. He did not want her to know, he did not want her to see him, to see what he had become. He did not even know what was happening to him.

A truer monster than him had remarked on the change, calling him a 'monster'. He could not, did not, want to know what Estelle would say if she saw him in that state. What any of his friends would say, he did not want to know. He would bear this burden alone.

The rain seemed to intensify outside as night fell swiftly at the port town. The swordsman watched from his window as civilians scurried through the streets and back home, pulling their cloaks over their heads as vendors closed their stalls for the night. It was definitely nearing nightfall as the town lamplighter came around the bend; hook in hand, ready to light the lamps that neatly lined the streets.

Bathed in the grey light from the outside, Yuri turned away from the window and glanced back into the dim room. While it was cold and wet outside, it was warm and dry in the shadowy room. His bare feet against the soft blanket felt odd, something he had not indulged much.

His scattered thoughts danced around in his head dully much like the sound of the rain drumming on the roof above. It as if he was tired, but he could not sleep, numb. He was trying to avoid thinking about his new duty, or come to a decision on what he was to do after he dropped Ryker off in Danhgrest, and his thoughts on what to do with the rest of the elite.

That woman had said something about a game, and that in order to get out alive and save his own skin, he would have to kill the elite. Somehow, the woman had known of the Elite's plot. Was she involved? How else would she have known? Unless, like him, she had also overheard them as they plotted.

But why had she done this? She had something along the lines of "Boredom" but how had she had the power to curse him? Who was she, what was she? There were so many unanswered questions and, the more he thought about it, the more hopeless it seemed to become.

He might as well kill all the elite, but, if he did, he would be a worse monster than he already was. Even if the ones he was to kill were the worst monsters out of them all, monsters that would torture and disfigure helpless children. Monsters that would plot to destroy the empire, the guilds, and everyone that he held dear, it would still be murder.

Either way he was going to take a fall. He knew that if he did nothing, the elite would pull off their plan, destroy everything, and everyone would be dead. Those monsters that tormented children would have free reign over a world, wiped clean of the empire and the guilds.

The rain continued in its unrelenting downpour as the darkness fell completely, shrouding the city in shadows cast from the streetlamps. It was enough. He had made up his mind.


Sodia wiped some sweat off her brow as the hot evening sun bore down on her and the other knights. They were in the middle of investigating the burnt remains of a building that by all accounts should not have been there. At least, to her knowledge.

However, Commandant Flynn hardly seemed surprised, as if he had somehow known about this place. Of course, though, he was on equal footing with the council, and might even have the power to challenge the elite. If any of them had known about this place, the commandant would also know.

Speaking of the Commandant, he was observing the scene with almost a stoic silence, the destroyed building, and the cowering skeleton people that would not speak to the knights. Some of the malnourished had even fled the scene the moment the knights had arrived.

Ah well, she had more important matters to attend to.

She kept her eyes firmly on the knights as they sifted through the rubble, pulling burned corpses and charcoaled remains, their faces contorting in disgust as the rancid stench of burnt flesh invaded their senses. So far, it seemed that progress was going smoothly on the north end.

She could only hope all was going well on the west and south ends of the building. If this kept up, they could be on their way to Emhead hill by mid afternoon. That would be nice, perhaps they would even find Lady Estellise if they were lucky. That is, assuming she was even heading that way.

Perhaps she might try to speak with the commandant on the matter. Glancing back over her shoulder once more to make sure everything was going smoothly, the coffee-haired woman slowly made her way over to her- no, the beloved commandant.

He surely was attractive as ever as he stood, listening to another knight's report. His beautiful blonde hair framing his handsome and determined face, his sapphire eyes focused as he responded to the knight's report. His silver amour shining in the sun, she could only imagine how hot it was under that amour, the beads of sweat that rolled down the slight curve of his neck…

She found her cheeks slightly burning and reprimanded herself. How dare she shamelessly ogle the commandant during work, and in the middle of such a serious mission! Perhaps it would have been better for her to remain behind in Zaphias but she could not have turned his request down…

Calming herself down, reminding herself that she was going to speak with him on something important- whatever it had been- and that now was not the time to stare at him. Breathing slowly as she made her way towards him, rebuilding her cool exterior, she finally figured that she was ready.

And not a moment too soon as the knight who had previously held council with the commandant decided that he should return to work, leaving her alone with him to speak about how she was feeling- about the situation, and ask about their next move- for tracking down Lady Estellise.

She was still so flustered, how embarrassing.

"Commandant, may I express a few concerns?" Sodia spoke, her voice sharp, cutting him off before he even could open his mouth. She needed to speak before she forgot her reason for approaching him. "I know that this may be suspicious, but how is this helping us track down Lady Estellise?"

"It's not." The commandant admitted after a few moments of silence, glancing over his shoulder to the quiet group of skeleton like people behind them. "But I have a feeling that there is something here we need to see, to find, just something."

Sodia opened her mouth, prepared to tell him that that was no reason for them to dawdle, after all, Lady Estellise was out there, and that could not be good if she was left alone for a large amount of time. Sodia knew Lady Estellise could take care of herself, but she was still a princess. However, before she could even utter a sound, the commandant interrupted her.

"We'll leave in a bit if we don't find anything," He reassured her as she slowly closed her mouth. The commandant turned and skimmed over the burnt building, raising his hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the sun. Sodia knew that he knew what this place was, and she was determined to find out. "Sodia, your report, please."

"Ahh, yes." Sodia snapped herself out of her haze, refocusing herself on the task at hand, "This building seems to have obviously burnt down, however, it seems that it had been built of stone and metal, so something is still missing. From what has been observed, it seems there was an internal explosion inside the building."

The commandant was silent as he mulled over her report, in the meantime, Sodia observed him. She did not mean to, it just sort of happened. Right now, she was focused on his jaw line for some reason, her eyes trailing down his neck. He shifted, snapping her attention back to his face as she forced the blush down.

"Commandant!" A panicked cry echoed across the clearing as both Sodia and Flynn immediately focused their attention on the knight darting towards them, his eyes wide and alarmed as he skidded to a stop before them. "Commandant, this is horrible!"

"What is it?" The commandant replied hastily, a sense of urgency in his voice as the knight tried to catch his breath. Sodia could not help but be interested, tense, yes, but definitely curious of what had gone and got this knight all riled up.

"We… we found Lord Suingam's body!"

Suingam? Wait, the member of the elite, the head body of the empire. The ones who controlled the money flow to all parts of the empire? The ones who had ordered them to return Lady Estellise to Zaphias? He was dead? What had he been doing here?

A few more minutes passed by as the knight told the commandant the exact state of the body that they had recovered. It was found headless and slightly burned; the head had been recovered minutes later, also burned in the large expanse surrounded by melted glass and hundreds of other burnt bodies.

The blond had commanded the man to have the knights excavate it, offering to go in himself to help when the knight from earlier returned, carelessly shoving past Sodia in an effort to get closer to the commandant, announcing that one of the skeletal people was offering to inform them about this place.

So it was that now, at almost mid afternoon, the coffee haired woman found herself alongside her beloved commandant approaching one of the skeleton men. She took a good look at the man, like the others he was pasty white, his bones protruding forth from his skin, blue eyes sunken into his face with thinning blond hair. And, like every single skeletal person there, he had a strange red gem at his breast.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?" The commandant asked, getting down on one knee, eye level with the man before him. Sodia, noticing the commandant's actions, followed suite, sitting on the ground cross-legged behind him. She swept her eyes over all the people here, trying not to recoil when meeting their untrusting gazes.

"Haha, a little pink haired girl asked me that just yesterday." The man laughed hoarsely, startling both the Commandant and Sodia. Sodia glanced at the blond commandant, wondering if he was thinking the same thing she was as the pale and emaciated man continued lazily, "Fire away."

"Can you tell me about this place?" The blond knight requested, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist. Sodia kept an eye on their surroundings, glancing back at the knights as they continued removing body after body from the wreckage of the compound behind them.

"The little pinky asked that too…" The man laughed, this time loudly, as if amused. The other people with him looked surprised, or at least the ones around him, staring at him in astonishment. Sodia briefly wondered when they had last heard laughter.

It had to be Lady Estellise.

But, what exactly did she think she was doing? Was she really chasing down Lowell, and if so, why? Sodia figured that that man had made himself pretty clear when he left the capital without saying anything to anybody, including her, and attacking the commandant. So why was Lady Estellise chasing him down…?

No, she could focus on that later. Right now she had more important matters to attend to. They were to get the testimony of the people here, and then maybe they could move on. If they were lucky, they could be to Capua Nor by tomorrow. Refocusing her attention on the man, she listened as he began his tale.

"Well, let's see here…" He sighed, "That place was called Peis by those who ran it…"


Standing atop Emhead hill, Estelle looked out towards Capua Nor, trying to convince herself that she could see it although it was beyond the horizon. Fidgeting anxiously, waiting for Rita to finish resting and getting ready to go, the pink haired princess stepped over a puddle and glanced over to the skyline. She knew that he was there. She just knew it.

Impatiently glancing over her shoulder to her younger and much more serene companion as she scribbled notes in her book, a few fluffy spare quills tucked behind her ears, her head appearing as though it had wings. The mage's eyes narrowed as she hurriedly dipped her quill in the ink, before returning to her notes. She paid little mind to the fresh ink on her clothing as it joined all the other age-old stains.

Estelle huffed, returning to her little routine of patrolling the area between the left side of the path and the right. Yuri was there in Capua Nor, so close, but so far away. Why could not they go on after him already? She had so much she wanted to ask him, so much she was curious about…

She stopped for a moment, a crimson blush staining her features as the dream returned to her, if it had truly been a dream. It was a shameless dream, one that had been so wonderful and yet so sad at the same time. That dream, that little push that had sent on out of the castle and after him.

Stepping back and forth on her heels, she once more recalled the fact and sudden understanding that she had abandoned her entire life, her home in the castle, and her status for that dream. Perhaps she had been too rash. Romanced by that dream, had acted, while not fully comprehending the consequences of her actions.

Even if that was the case, she mulled thoughtfully as she moved forward a few steps, she could not go back now. She had made her choice to chase after that dream, she wanted to catch it, and change it from a dream to a reality. It probably would not be easy, but things one wants most were always the hardest to attain….

Estelle paused as she stepped in the puddle, the cool water surprising her as she withdrew her foot from the muck. Slightly annoyed, she shook her muddy foot for a few moments, slightly hopping on one foot awkwardly. If Rita had paid her any mind, she would be laughing herself silly.

The pink haired maiden sighed as she finally calmed down. The water in the puddle stilled as the mud fell to the bottom, the water mirror like surface reappearing. Estelle curiously cast a glance at the puddle, her bewildered reflection staring back at her.

She did not recognize the girl who stared back at her. Gentle tresses of rose pink hair dipped slightly beneath her shoulders, her bangs curling around her face, hugging her cheekbones. Her body had slightly changed as well, although she was still incomparable to Judith in the 'bouncy' department. This girl that stared back at her seemed certain of what she wanted. Almost confident. It did not remind her of herself at all.

Estelle tore her eyes from the stranger in the water as she moved restlessly around the small rest stop, not noticing that her younger friend had let down her quill and was watching her with a small, amused smile on her face. She knew exactly what her pink haired friend was thinking.

What was taking Rita so long, anyway? Estelle thought, peeking back at the mage over a delicate shoulder. She was surprised to see her cleaning up, packing away the ink and the feathers as she set out her book for the ink to dry. The princess blinked, taken aback by Rita's sudden desire to move on.

"What?" Rita asked, sounding amused, meeting the pink haired girl's green eyes with her aquamarine ones. She shook her head at Estelle's nearly stunned look, before continuing with a giggle, "You just can not sit still, and I can not even focus on my work with you moving around so impatiently."

"Oh, I am sorry, Rita." Estelle apologized, embarrassed. She had not comprehended that she was moving around that much while waiting, as she had been mostly lost in her thoughts of Yuri, herself, and change in general. Shaking her head and approaching Rita, the pink haired woman rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably as the mage spoke up.

"Don't apologize, silly." The mage smiled, leaning down, plucking her book from the rock she had set it upon. Her eyes skimmed over the pages, before snapping the book shut before her, sighing and walking up to her pink haired friend and patting her on the shoulder. "Now, let's go and get him."

"Thank you, Rita." Estelle beamed excitedly, skipping ahead of her friend cheerfully before glancing over her shoulder and laughing. Finally, they were finally on their way to Capua Nor. Soon, she knew that soon she would finally get to see him again. Was he all right? She hoped he was not hurt or anything.

She would ask him why he had left. Why he and Flynn had fought, how Flynn had that injury, as she doubted Yuri did it on purpose. And, why he seemed to be avoiding her. Of course, he did not have to tell her anything, but she had to try. She just had to try.

But she was not scared, quite the opposite, as there was a noticeable bounce in her step as she made her way down the hill, Rita jogging behind to catch up with her. The highly energetic Estelle did not notice, instead, her thoughts focused on what to do and what to say when she saw Yuri again.

Oh course; she really did not know how it was going to go. All that she really knew was that she wanted to see him again.


It was still raining.

Sighing in annoyance, the swordsman turned his gaze away from the rainy downtown and back to the room, his eyes scanning over the walls and across Repede, still snoozing on the floor, and then across Ryker, slumbering on the bed, covers up to his ears.

He went to sit up, but his body felt heavy. Yuri blinked dumbly, suddenly feeling dizzy, his body tingling almost painfully. It took him a moment to realize that he had fallen asleep, although he did not recall sleep or being tired in the first place. But he had apparently fell asleep.

He sighed, forcing himself to move despite the strange tingling in his limbs and moved over to the edge of the bed. With some difficulty, he propped himself up to a sitting position, hanging his head low as he waited for the wave of dizziness to pass. The swordsman brought the palm of his hand to his forehead, cradling it gently.

Yuri glanced over to his travel back at the foot of the bed, dropped there unceremoniously the night before by the swordsman himself. Suppressing a yawn and running a hand through his unkempt hair, Yuri sluggishly got to his feet and made his way to the satchel, stubbing his toes into the bedpost while doing so.

"Fu-!" The swordsman half yelled as he backed away from the. Hissing curses through his clenched teeth as hopped on one foot, trying not to step on Repede's tail and anger the dog as he waited for the throbbing so subside. Now cursing the dim lighting, the dark haired man slightly limped, carefully, around the bed and to the bag.

At least he was awake now.

He opened the bag and rummaged through it, a few gels, life bottles and various other bottles met his eyes. They were running very low on everything, and he was beginning to tire of using Flamberge, he should have brought other weapons so he could mix up the weapons occasionally.

Only thirty thousand gald too, minus the five hundred gald for the passage across the straight, it would last. First, he needed to do some shopping. Repede could take care of himself and Ryker in case anything happened, and besides, Fortune's Market was just down the street from the inn.

Yuri plucked up his vest and belt, throwing his vest over his shoulders and carefully slipped on his belt, making sure he put it on rig, or it would fall off and that was always embarrassing. His boots were still damp, but he put them on anyway, they were going to get wet again anyway.

Picking up his bag and making sure that the gald, the synthesis materials, the remaining gels and bottles were all there, Yuri headed for the door. He slipped quietly past Repede and opened the door equally silently, doing his best to wake them. Casting them one final glance, the swordsman softly closed the door behind him, his mind set on the market.

For such a rainy day, there were many people that littered the streets, strolling through the road with an umbrella propped over their shoulder. In hindsight, spending a hundred and fifty gald on one of those would have probably been a good investment. However, he did not, even though he might definitely get one on the way back to the inn.

Surprisingly, the fortune's market booth was completely empty, there wasn't even a person operating the stall and people passed it by as if it was not even there. Yuri raised an eyebrow; this wasn't a sight he was used to seeing, last he had checked, fortunes market was the head of marketing and shipping all over the world.

Maybe he should ask around town, perchance they knew anything about the booth being mysteriously silent, and the fortune's market representative being strangely absent. Maybe he came during breakfast break or something, although that still did not explain the lack of product there.

According to the town's people, the storm had been raging unrelentingly for almost two weeks, and in that time, Fortune's market had been cleared out completely by busy buyers, so, until their next shipment from Torim, Nor's fortune's market would be dry. And the next shipment from Torim would not come until the storm had passed, and that was not even in sight.

However, there was one, cheaper and accordingly better, alternative. A large, yet simple stall set near the entrance of town with a cheeky operator had captured the town's attention, selling gels and bottles as well as household goods and everything else under the sun, and all for a better price than Fortune's Market.

And so it was that Yuri found himself walking over to the large yet simple stand. He raised an eye skeptically at the almost processed looking stand with its plain white banner and simple black lettering, labeling the stall 'Common Wealth'. On the right was a small wooden plaque with the guild's mission statement.

He remembered Karol mentioning this guild before, yeah, the guild had tried commissioning Brave Vesperia on some sort of mission, but Karol, inexplicably suspicious, had denied the commission. But apparently Common Wealth had not figured it out, and had kept trying to convince them. They had still been trying when Yuri had left for Zaphias.

Ah well. As long as they had the products he needed, he could worry about their suspiciousness another time. There was already quite a crowd, even in the rain, around the small stand. Apparently, it was every bit as popular as everyone had said, which was great and all, but Yuri did not want to be out in the rain any longer than he would have to be.

The crowd thinned out in minutes and Yuri quickly slipped up to the stand. An attractive young lady with carrot-orange hair and freckles sprinkled across an upturned nose greeted him pleasantly, asking what he was interested in. To her right, another young woman with silver gold hair, a pale complexion with a straight long nose was selling some household wares to a middle-aged couple.

"I'm just interested in some traveling supplies." Yuri replied. The girl nodded cheerfully and reached into her evergreen-hued apron, pulling out a small blue card with a large letter on it in yellow ink. She turned to him and handed him the card, much to his confusion.

"Go to this stall and see Morebella. She'll help you out." The girl spoke in a twangy accent, making Yuri think of a certain guild member. Suddenly, the girl leaned forward, forcing the man to back a little as she pointed to the left. "She's bout two over, so good luck good looking."

And yet again, he found himself ducking through the crowd, that had, despite the rain, grown with crazed shoppers. He could hear crazed wives yelling about how they needed to get their supplies before the storm forced even Common Wealth to close for a bit. How long did they expect the storm to last, anyway?

Finally, Yuri saw the blazing gold letter matching the one on the card, and made his way over to the stall. A short and voluptuous dark skinned woman with crazy curly black hair stood there, handing over some gels to a tall, wiry young man as he fumbled in handing her the money. After a few moments, the man finally left, his face bright red.

Looks like someone had a crush.

"Next!" The little woman yelled impatiently, and it took Yuri a few moments to realize that the little short and curvy meant him. He moved up to the stand, having to look down at the short woman with a plain face. "So, you jist gunna stand there, or are ya gunna buy somthin'?"

"I don't know, what are you selling?" Yuri retorted almost instinctively, putting one hand on his hip and angling his head to look down at her. The woman seemed taken aback, then, after a few moments burst out laughing, this time startling the swordsman.

"Ya know what? You're alright." The woman chuckled, throwing her curly hair over her shoulder and stepping up, matching the swordsman's posture, except she looked up at him instead of down. "My name's Morebella. Now how can I help ya?"

"I'm looking for some gels. Any gels would be nice." Yuri began, checking his travel pack, and flipping through the contents lazily, "Some bottles, weapons, magic lenses, armor. Just about a bit of everything."

"Well, we have apple gels for fifty gald, orange gels for one hundred, mélange gels for two hundred fifty, lemon gels for five hundred, pineapple gels for five hundred fifty, miracle gels for a thousand…" She stopped briefly, before laughing again and reaching below the counter and pulling out a list with prices. "…or maybe this'll be easier on ya ears."

"Thank you." Yuri muttered, taking the list from her, his eyes skimming over the list of products. Well, everything certainly was cheaper here than at Fortunes Market, and Common Wealth also seemed to have a larger and broader selection of nearly everything. So far, all the rumors and the praise had proven true.

"Ten apple gels, ten orange gels, ten mélange gels, five lemon gels, five pineapple gels, five miracle gels, seven life bottles, three panacea bottles, three poison bottles, fifteen magic lenses, an' a lottery gel, correct?" Morebella asked only minutes later, checking his order carefully, "Ya also synthesized one Vorpal Sword an' one poison charm, correct?"

"Yup."

"That'll be twenty two thousand an' four hundred gald, please." Morebella said after spending a few moments scribbling on her notepad. She then turned around and busied herself assembling the supplies behind the counter while Yuri flipped through his wallet, preparing the money. She spun around, holding a decent sized brown sack, "There ya go, uh…"

"Yuri Lowell."

"Well, there ya go, Mr. Lowell."

And there you go, Missus Morebella." Yuri said evenly, handing her a small, bulging bag of gald, exchanging it for the other bag. He prepared to turn away and fight through the crowd, when another thought struck his mind. He turned back to her, a question on the tip of his tongue.

"Sorry handsome, ya alright an' ya funny an' all, but I got someone already." The short curvy woman chuckled before he could even speak up. She ignored his bewildered look and flipped her hair over her shoulder yet again, speaking with authority. "An' ya see, I don't date strangers an' all."

"Well that's awfully disappointing." Yuri retorted with a wry smile, catching on to the woman's teasing. The both of them shared a laugh for a moment before getting down to business. "Actually, I was going to ask about ship-ticket prices around here since it seems Fortune's Market is not running right now."

"Well, Common Wealth promises twenty five percent cut from any price that Fortune's Market offers. An', when the storm ends, it'll take Fortune's Market a week or two to clear the straight and get here." Morebella began, leaning on the counter, "Not to mention Common Wealth will be ready to go the moment the storm ends an' it's cheaper."

"How cheap is cheaper?" Yuri inquired curiously, still wary of Common Wealth, not romanced by the amusing cashier in the least. She was entertaining and playful, not at all like the pleasant, yet standoffish, Fortune's Market's cashiers and seemed as though she should be a barista instead of a cashier.

"Well, it's about three thousand gald per person to get to Torim through Fortune's Market..." The voluptuous woman sighed, twisting her hair around one of her short, pudgy fingers as she kept an eye on him, interested by his sudden question. "An' only a little over two thousand through Common Wealth…"

"Thanks."

He wrestled his way through the crowd, his mind on full throttle. Common Wealth was competing with Fortunes Market. In addition, it made no sense why Common Wealth would have supplies while Fortune's Market did not. He would have to remember this.

But for now, back to the Inn, and his current, already abundant problems.


A/N: Whoopee! It is done!

Ok, there have been one vote for oneliners and one for paragraphs…so…I'm stuck.

For now, have a unicorn.

Next:

Estelle and Rita arrive in Capua Nor

Just as the rain stops

Later, Flynn and Sodia, also arrive in Capua Nor!

To catch a glimpse of one of the who's they are looking for

And stuff…