A/N: Sorry for missing my update, yesterday. I fear that I will not be able to update every day for the next several weeks-- it's almost time for exams, and I must devote more and more time to my studies. I will try to update as much as possible, but I will probably not be able to update regularly until June. Please review.
Instead of finding Penelo or Migelo, I found...Kytes. He was quick to direct me to Dalan, naturally.
Dalan greeted me with a startlingly familiar smile, his head tilted, eyes foggy. He always frightened me, a little-- he seemed dead, or dying, or somewhere between, and his shop was too tight, and it was hard to breathe. He made small talk, and I nodded and muttered agreements when I could.
Finally, he handed me a sword-- it was massive, far heavier than any I ever wielded.
"I need you to deliver this to a fellow named Azelas. You'll know him when you see him. I've marked the place on your map"
I recognized the area-- it was usually closed off by boxes and menacing looking ex-soldiers. Whispers and rumor said it was the resistance.
For some reason, I knew he'd be there.
I was right.