Dart stormed into the inn where he and his small party were staying. He may have had the money, but Hector had awoken emotions that Dart would have preferred to keep buried. He looked around the bar and spotted his crew, if that's what you could call it. At the table were three people, all veterans of the Dragon's Gate conflict.
There was the scholar of dark arts, Canas, without whom Dart would never had been able to decipher the riddles and runes scribbled all over the map. The ten years had made him even wiser and more knowledgeable than before, if that was even possible. He was quite the sight: purple hair, black robes and a monocled eye. Beside him sat Dart's childhood friend Wil, as well as Dart's sister, Rebecca. They were both skilled with the bow, and could quite easily take care of themselves in battle. Wil and Rebecca were now respected members of the Caelin army, but had both jumped at the opportunity to go adventuring with Dart.
"Hey Dan, how'd it go?" Rebecca asked.
Dart smiled. Rebecca was the only one he allowed to call him Dan. In Dart's previous life he had been Dan, a carefree young man wanting to make it big in life. He and Wil had set out on a quest to make their fortunes, but they were forced to split up. Dart travelled to the coast where he was attacked by bandits and left for dead. When he awoke, he was on board Fargus' ship and had no memories of his life. He became a pirate after that, and only discovered the truth after he met Wil and Rebecca while fighting under Eliwood.
"I got the money. We're good to go," said Dart.
"Oh brilliant master Dart! Soon that treasure will be ours!" exclaimed Canas, unable to control himself.
"Are you stupid man? Shut yer trap. Do you wanna tell everyone in here about our plan?" snapped Dart.
"Oh leave him alone Dart, we should be celebrating, not yelling at each other," scolded Wil.
"Celebrate? Look around Wil, there's only four o' us, and let me tell you mate, it takes more'n four souls to sail a ship. When we get a crew who knows its way 'round a ship, then we can celebrate.
A dark cloud hung over the table. Canas, still feeling a little guilty about his earlier statements, made his good nights, and headed to bed. Rebecca soon followed. Dart and Wil remained, both lost in their own thoughts. So it took them a few minutes to realise someone had slipped into a seat at their table.
"Ahem," the hooded figure cleared its throat.
Dart and Wil both jumped out of their seat in surprise.
"Jumpin' jellyfish mate, you could scare a man t'death with that kinda stuff," yelled Dart.
"Who are you?" demanded Wil.
The figure stood up and removed its cloak. It revealed a man with deep red hair, whose many battle scars made him look much older than his 30 years. His eyes burned with a flaming intensity. There was no mistaking who this man was.
"Raven!" gasped Wil. This was the last person Wil had expected to show up in a seedy inn outside of Ostia.
"That's Raven?" asked Dart, slightly disbelieving.
"It's nice to see you guys too," he replied, giving what passed for a smile with Raven.
"What do you want Raven?" Wil continued to press. Wil had never liked Raven. He had tried to be friends with him once. Once. But now, as far as Wil was concerned, Raven wasn't worth his time or effort.
"I heard you gentlemen were heading on a little quest, and was wondering if I could join in."
"How the bloody 'ell did you hear about this, err…expedition?" demanded Dart.
"A little birdie told me. …Look does it really matter? I'm offering my sword to you," said Raven.
Silence.
"Listen, I'm not the same man I was before. Do you want my help or not?" Raven persisted.
"We're good tha-" started Wil
"Hey! The Davros is my ship an' I decides who crews her, not you mate, an' I says, welcome aboard matey!"
The next morning the crew of the Davros awoke to greet their newest member.
"Oh it's so good to have you on our side again master Raven. You know, nothing personal, but you always used to scare the willies out me. Me, trained in the darkest of the dark arts. Imagine that. But I'm sure we can put that behind us now," gushed Canas. Raven allowed a small flicker of a smile.
Rebecca blushed and shook his hand. "It's nice to see you again Raven" she blurted out, slightly to fast. Of course she would never have admitted it, but she had always had a crush on Raven.As they were leaving the inn, Canas caught up to Raven. "Raven, whatever happened to that Lucius fellow? I quite liked him; he had such a good grasp of light magic. I should quite like to meet him again."
"He's dead."