"Well, let's hope Lyle was right about this." Ayn said as he walked up to one of the local villagers.
"Ah, you must be Prince Ayn. Welcome to our humble village. Your father saved us from freezing and starving to death." the villager said, placing a hand on Ayn's shoulder. Ayn shook the hand off, and then he began to speak. The problem was that Ayn had a severe dislike of villagers, and he insulted them at most given opportunities. He tried to suppress that... for a while, anyway.
"Well, we're looking for a place called Satellite. King Lyle, who hails from Shusoran, said that the villagers here knew where it was. So, where is it?" Ayn asked. The villager shook her head.
"It's somewhere in the Stalden Province, but you need to get the Power Topaz to actually get there." she said. Another villager came running up to Ayn.
"Prince Ayn, I've been looking all over for you!" he panted.
"What is it?" Ayn asked.
"I just found out from the village of Agoe that your family and friends have fled from their castles! They're headed for the Bernink Province!" he said, panicking. Ayn gasped.
"Are you sure?" the prince asked. The villager nodded and backed away.
"Well that's nice to know. I hope they all got out OK." Wren said. Ayn slapped him, but regretted it soon after. Wren's head was made entirely of metal and was covered with a substance that vaguely resembled human skin.
"Ouch, you idiot, Wren! You can't believe everything that villagers say! Look at what happened with that guy who went to Lyle!" Ayn groaned, nursing his sore hand.
"All the villagers I've met tell the truth." Wren said coolly. Ayn completely blew his top.
"But that doesn't mean that ALL villagers will tell the truth! For all I know, that guy could be another lying, snivelling peasant!" Ayn yelled, much to the surprise of the other villagers.
"Wren's not always right, but you shouldn't assume that all villagers are liars, Ayn. You should check out the two castles, and if they are abandoned, then we check the Bernink Province. Sound cool?" Mieu said.
"Oh, and you think you're so smart, Mieu! Do you think that being a cyborg makes you special?" Ayn snapped, his anger boiling over quickly. Mieu tried to calm him down. She bent down and put her head next to the prince's ear.
"No, but please listen to me. You shouldn't put the villagers down too much." she said softly, her bright red hair spilling over Ayn's shoulder. The prince still didn't listen.
"SHUT UP! My father always said that villagers were smelly peasants! How can you possibly believe the ramblings of these delusioned idiots?" Ayn yelled, struggling against Mieu, as she had hold of him.
"Look, Ayn, these villagers will distrust you if you carry on. Stop acting like a spoiled brat. And your father never said anything about villagers being delusioned idiots OR smelly peasants." Wren said sternly. Ayn scowled and pulled away from Mieu sharply.
"Spoiled brat? Did you just call me a spoiled brat? Wren, you have absolutely NO IDEA! You think peasants are so clever, do you? Well have I got news for you, Mr Peasant-Lover! They're stupid, they're clumsy and they stink!" Ayn shouted, scaring the villagers.
"BE QUIET, YOU HALF-WITTED PONCE! No, I mean PRINCE!" Wren thundered, scaring Ayn senseless. He began to cry.
"Am I really half-witted, Wren?" Ayn sobbed, grabbing Mieu. She shoved him away, and Wren didn't blame her.
"Well stop assuming that every villager is a peasant, and then you might not be so half-witted!" Wren snapped, grabbing Ayn around the wrist.
"Oh, alright, Wren! You win! Sorry you peas- er, I mean villagers." Ayn said half-heartedly. Wren shook his arm violently.
"Say it like you mean it!" Wren hissed in Ayn's ear. Ayn wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Yes, Wren! I'm so sorry for being nasty to you peas- uh, villagers." Ayn said, hanging his head.
"Right, now let's do what Mieu said - let's check the castles. If they're empty, we check the Bernink Province. And only THEN if we don't find them, can we call that villager a lying, snivelling peasant. But I highly doubt he's lying." Wren said, leading Ayn and Mieu out of Rysel and back to the boat.
