Thran banged on Drayl's door. "Hey, Kid, wake up! I have to teach you some stuff about our enemies."

drayl slowly opened the door. "Can't it wait, Thran? It's three in the morning."

"How can you tell that?" Thran asked, confused.

"You see, I found out certain minerals produce electricity when combined, and I built this pocket sundial using that knowledge." Drayl held out the pocket watch to sho Thran. "It truly is beautiful, and doesn't need sunlight to show the current time."

Thran looked at it. "So, it's not run by magic, like all the other fancy knicknacks I see?"

"Nope, complete science," Drayl said, "now may I please go back to bed?"

Thran suddenly grabbed his collar. "Listen, kid, I was forced to wake up early to see you learned everything there is to know about this enemy of yours, so I am not going to waste any of it." He set Drayl down. "Now that your fully awake, let's get down to business. The Shades are not your common enemy. They are specters that can only be hurt by specific metals, such as silver and gold."

"Let me guess, your rapier is silver?" Drayl asked.

"Yes," Thran stated, "and it was forged by a smith in town who believed my stories. Lord Chrom has trouble comprehending such spirits exist, so he thinks I just like an elegant blade." He sighed. "Besides only being able to be hurt by rare ores, the shades can only hurt a person if they choose to assume a physical Form, like back in the village. Though the skill of the shade determines the form assumed."

Drayl's mind replied the scene where he first saw a shade. "That shade that attacked me when I went to deliver that gardening tool... It looked like the Hero King..."

"True," Thran said, "which means it was just as skilled as him. That other one was assuming the form of Donnel, a villager that works with Chrom and is a good friend of his. I'm surprised that it chose Donnel's form."

Drayl remembered seeing Donnel a little bit before. "This Donnel, he use to be a farm boy, about my height with dark brown hair?"

Thran nodded. "That's him."

Drayl nodded as well. "He's a good kid. Reminds me of home." Drayl suddenly remembered one more thing. "Hey, Thran? Did you encounter anybody when you took me out of the village?"

"Why yes, I did," Thran said, "Two girls, one had the last name Shade. Kinda short, light green hair, carried a bow, that ring a bell?"

Drayl nodded. "That was Quin Shade. She loved to visit Talonthorn, which always seemed to speed up to match the current time whenever she visited... The only thing is she made it clear she wasn't into me as a boyfriend. I hope she found someone who matches her well."

Thran looked at Drayl. "Hey, kid, you got feelings for her?"

Drayl shook his head. "A long time ago, maybe, but now I'm just alone." Drayl looked at the golden blade he had forged. "I still need to name this blade... Haven't thought up a good one yet."

Thran carefully looked at the blade. "It may sound odd, but this sword reminds me of the legendary blade Yato. However only seven versions of Yato are shown throughout history. I've got the perfect name for this blade."

Drayl looked up. "So, tell me Old Man."

"I'm not old," Thran said, "but for the name how about Epsilon Yato?"

"Epsilon Yato..." Drayl murmured, "it fits perfectly, thank you."