Lina and Gourry entered Zelforia, a small city on the outskirts of Zefilia. They entered the nearest inn and quickly rented a room. At that point Lina and Gourry parted ways. Lina had gone to the room to rest whilst Gourry went out into the city in search of what he needed.
Gourry walked around, definitely looking like a stranger but he wasn't concerned, especially when he found what he was looking for. He entered the small building and spoke to a middle-aged woman.
"Are you the shrine maiden here?" Gourry asked politely.
"Yes I am sir." She responded shyly. "How can I help you?"
Gourry pulled out the dart he picked up and began explaining everything he remembered Lina telling him, which for once was everything because he knew it was important, and it was Lina's life at stake.
"So you have to tell me, how I can help cure her. There just has to be something." Gourry pleaded.
"I'm sorry but I can't help you. There is someone who can." She went over to a table and pulled out a small piece of paper and wrote something down. She then returned to Gourry and handed him the piece of paper.
"Go to this address. He will be able to help you more than I can. His name is Gorthar."
"Thank you so very much. I'm grateful for your help."
Gourry then quickly made his leave, and followed the directions till he reached the place that matched the address. He looked up at the building and it caused a nervous chill to run up his spine. It was gothic in design and looked just plain scary. Gourry stepped up to the door, and knocked the giant doorknocker and waited patiently.
Moments later the door creaked open, with a smartly dressed elderly man just behind it.
"What can I do for you?" The man spoke quietly.
"I'm looking for Gorthar. A shrine maiden sent me here after I asked for help over a friend who was poisoned…with this dart." Gourry held out the dart. "I need his help." The man's eyes widened half in horror, but half in fascination.
"Please enter young man. I am Gorthar."
Gourry did as he was told and walked in, the door shutting behind him.
Gourry looked about him. It was obvious to him that this man was very wealthy, with fine paintings and decorations filling the room around him. He then followed Gorthar through into a study and sat where he was told.
"So can you help me?" Gourry asked bluntly.
"Directly, no. But I can help you find a way to help this friend of yours. But it's not going to be easy." Gorthar replied as he studied the dart.
"It doesn't have to be easy. There only has to be a way and I'll do it." Gourry stated defiantly.
"Very well then. You need to kill the mazoku who did this. Then you need to take his blood and mix it in a special concoction that the victim needs to drink. That's the easy part. The tough part is surviving the trials to reach him. People have died trying to pass them."
Gourry looked closely at the man as he spoke. "Where is it?" He said flatly.
The man smirked slightly in response. "In a shrine in the Kataart Mountains."
Gourry stood up immediately.
"Right then."
He turned to head for the door, but then froze stiff. Suddenly he dove to the side and something hit the door which he felt was hot. He looked and the door was gone. He turned back immediately.
"I guess your friend didn't tell you the mazoku was called Gorthar."
The man had changed into the mazoku from before. The mazokus appearance was very much similar to Seigrams, but his arms were different in that they seemed more like skeleton arms.
"YOU!" Gourry unsheathed his sword immediately. The glittering lavender blade that was the Blast Sword was held before him.
"Ah ah ah! Surely you should be protecting Ms. Inverse. She is alone after all."
Gourry could tell he was smirking in the darkness of the hood. He started thinking quickly and then suddenly it hit upon him.
"The shrine maiden…"