Storms will rage,
The sea shall bellow,
With my voice,
The story follows,
A tale of friendship,
Hatred, and love of man,
Through the ages I shall rant,
Till I complete this tale,
Even if it takes my away,
My final breaths...

The story begins with a mellow chat,
Of two young, & ignorant men,
Though great destiny lies in path,
A thing called love,
Force majeure!

"The task ahead is a simple one Vincent! From what I've heard from the folks here, many hunters still live to tell the tale of the cave."

"If it were that easy, they wouldn't have hired us now would they Le- Blanc?"

A wide grin spread across Le-Blanc's weather-beaten face. The man was strong, young as he is, his face tells of stories long forgotten. Tales, incredible as they may seem, met this young man, and scarred him. Life's events hit him fast and hard, but took it in his stride he did, bringing him further than anyone can, or by choice, would go.

"Aye, but ain't no point in worrying about it now, we've accepted the job, so might as well worry about how we're going to spend the money when we get the job done. We'll survive, we always do."

"Not unless we get our supplies we don't," said Vincent, "I'm going to get them, you go get our luggage. I'll meet you back at the inn." Without him getting up, you would've thought that Vincent was just an average guy, but towering over two & a quarter meters tall, he isn't a person you would want to trifle with.

"Fiesty little friend ya got there land-lubber, that'll cost you fifty narbucks for 'em drinks."

"Double, if you tell me what you know about this cave found on the southern coast."

A moment of silence hung in the air. "Suit yerself.