Sparrow stood in front of the wood door, for what felt like hours, taking in every detail. It appears that when Lucien's men broke in, they didn't use force. They likely just opened the door, before going after her family. Sparrow couldn't bare the thought of her family murdered, directly in front of all the townspeople. She knew she had to go in, she couldn't just ignore it. Her hand reached for the door knob, fingers trailing around it. Sparrow could remember the day she bought this house, intending to use it as a bed to sleep in whenever she was in between quests, or passing through Bowerstone. She never really thought that one day, she wouldn't be able to look at it.

It was a sunny midsummer afternoon. Sparrow had just finished a long day working for the local blacksmith, forging blades for gold. She worked in the hot sun, with hot blades, sweating, and uncomfortable. She longed for a bath. The conditions of the day were nearly unbearable, but after this day, she had finished a week of working odd jobs. She bartended at the Cow & Corset, forged blades, and split wood in Oakfield. The grueling work paid off, seeing as Sparrow was finally able to buy a home in Bowerstone. After looking at a few, she found the perfect one. A nice, cozy, little home between Fiction Burns and Potion in Motion, Sparrow found it's location to be perfect. It was in the center of town, not too far from everything. Citizens also didn't frequent the area outside it, often. Smiling, she walked up and looked at the house sign, to see the price/if anyone currently owned it. The house wasn't currently occupied, and was listed for about 7,000 gold. She smiled to herself, and put in a letter that she was interested in purchasing the home. A week later, Sparrow received a letter that the house was hers, and the lockbox with the key would open if she put in the correct pattern. She ran to the house, anxious to open the door.

Upon entry, Sparrow was amazed. She had been able to look inside the home before, but never expected how different it would feel once it was hers. After scoping everything out, she felt it was time to personalize the house, and add in some of her own belongings. Up until this point, the few things she owned were kept and stored in the guild. Reaching into her bag, she touched the seal.

"Theresa, are you in the guild?" Sparrow asked.

A moment later, a familiar voice answered.

"Yes, hero, I see you've acquired a new home. Would you like to get your belongings from the guild?" The seeress asked.

"Yes!"

Fast traveling was a strange feeling. One second, you're in Bowerstone. The next, you're materializing into another town. It took between five minutes to an hour in real time.

When Sparrow arrived at the Guild, she approached her small trunk, excitedly. She looked at the contents inside, and then laid out everything she owned, choosing what would stay in the guild, and what she would bring to her new home. When everything was packed, she chose to bring her three books, the extra set of clothes she kept, and her lute. She decided to leave the first trophy she received, Thag's head, in the guild. Closing her trunk, she reached for her seal again, to be transported back to her home.

As she reappeared under the clock tower, she noticed a familiar face walking by.

"Bryn!" She called out

The man turned to Sparrow, and started walking over.

"Hey Sparrow! How are y-is that a trunk?" He was immediately distracted.

"Yes! Bryn I bought a house. My very own home! I mean, I had a caravan I could go to in the Bower Lake gypsy camp, but this is a real house!" Sparrow spoke fast, and excitedly.

"Where is it?"

"That one, right over there!" Sparrow pointed to the home, roughly twenty feet in front of her.

"Wow, do you need help with your things?" Bryn offered.

"I think I've got it. Really not much in here anyway. Thank you, for the offer." Sparrow picked her trunk up, and headed to the house.

When she arranged everything to her liking, Sparrow looked out the window, to see how much daylight was left. Almost as if on cue, the town crier announced that shops were closed until the next morning. She headed upstairs, to go to bed. As she lay in her bed, her faithful dog, Bear at her feet, she enjoyed the warmth of the blanket. Sparrow couldn't help but feel proud of her self.

"This is our home, now, Bear. No more sleeping in The Cow and Corset when we visit town."

"Sparrow? Are you okay?"

Sparrow snapped around, the flashback ending. The guard she had known since childhood was standing there, observing her.

"Oh, hello Derek. Sorry, I was just, making sure I had everything before going inside." She shook her head as she talked.

"Uh, okay. Say, where's your dog?" Derek said.

It felt like a knife ripped through Sparrow.

"He died..." She replied, again choosing to stare at the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, what happened?" Derek gave her a sympathetic look.

"Lucien's attack...after he killed my family, he killed my dog." This time, Sparrow couldn't prevent the crack in her voice, as she tried to avoid a breakdown.

"I didn't know you had family in Albion. I'm so sorry you lost them, Sparrow. You know where to find me if you need anything." Derek pointed down the path towards Old Town.

What? Derek and Bryn grew up together...and he's known Rosary ever since she was born.

"Sparrow?"

She was brought out of her thoughts by the guard staring at her.

"Oh uh, thanks, Derek. I appreciate it." She replied

Did Lucien use his power to wipe memories?

Sparrow sighed heavily, and looked at the door again. She tentatively reached for the knob, bracing herself for what would be inside.

"Now or never." She thought to herself, before throwing the door open.

She stepped inside and closed the door, taking in the state of her house. Papers were all across the floor, a bookshelf overturned. Glass from the dishes was shattered all around the floor. In the corner of the room, was a doll, Rosary's doll. Sparrow carefully stepped over the glass, until she reached it, carefully picking it up. It was a ragdoll she had purchased for Rosary when she was born. The doll was a comfort item for the little girl. Sparrow hugged the little doll close. She knew she needed to move upstairs, but couldn't help the hesitation. She knew the disarray would likely be worse. After about twenty minutes, she made the move to head upstairs. slowly she creeped up the stairs. They creaked with every step she took. When she finally reached the second floor of the house, she found herself again, trying to take in the state. Rosary's toy chest was destroyed. Her bed overturned, along with the study table Bryn and Sparrow often used. In the corner, Sparrow noticed, the double bed had been turned on its side, and blocked the corner. She began walking towards it, scared for what would be on the other side. Her stomach returned to knots, once again. When she looked just over the bed, she fell to her knees, and began to cry. Behind the overturned bed, the wall had two holes in it, and blood stains running down the wall, onto the floor. This was where likely Lucien stood, and executed her family.

For two hours, Sparrow sat on the floor, absorbing the events of the last two weeks. Two weeks, that was all it took before they were taken from her. Two weeks ago, Sparrow walked across the same floor, tucking her child in, promising her that she would return. She completely let them down. Now, they're gone. Realizing that she would need sleep soon, Sparrow returned to the first floor. She couldn't sleep here, not tonight. Or any night. Tomorrow morning, Sparrow would clean up the house, and find somewhere else to move. She was unsure whether she could stomach selling it. Picking up her satchel, she headed to The Cow & Corset, hoping to go unnoticed. She hoped it was late enough that the inn wouldn't be occupied by more than the night barman, and game master. Luckily, there were few patrons in the bar, all too focused on their drinks, or gambling, to notice Sparrow. She approached the bar.

"What can I get you tonight, Sparrow?" The barman, Dan, asked.

"I'm not drinking tonight Dan, I just need a room."

"Oh, uh sure. The first room on the second floor is open tonight. Did you rent out your house?" He asked, sliding the key to Sparrow.

"Something like that..." She headed upstairs, and found her room. After closing the door, she sat on the bed, remembering when she first started on her quest, and the nights she spent here, planning her next move. Turning over, Sparrow finally let sleep wash over her. The fight had exhausted her, and she was asleep for three days.