AN: Despite the seemingly endless string of headaches and minor annoyances this week, I managed to get this chapter done. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading and do let me know what you think of it so far~

Chapter 3:

After a restful night's sleep, Drayce awoke early in the morning and made his way down stairs. Unsurprisingly, Ashton was already up and had partially made breakfast. Though Ashton was indeed a scholar, he was also quite the caretaker. He honestly had to be as his father's trusted understudy. Treasure hunters and archaeologists were rather notorious for getting caught up in their work.

Opting for a couple of moon apples to munch on, sat at one end of the dining table and looked over the mission registration form Ramus had issued to him yesterday. The premise of the first mission seemed easy enough; draw a map and grab a soil and sapling sample. Oh, and come back in one piece. An important one.

Though it sounded easy, Drayce knew better than to think it would be a walk in the park. The mission, after all, was pivotal in ensuring that only those who can handle what the labyrinth might offer continue on to become explorers. The council wanted to ensure that rookie adventures knew what they were getting themselves in. And, hopefully, lower the potential deathrate.

Those who fail were better off looking for another career.

Although, Drayce was fairly certain that many would-be explorers wouldn't give up that easily. He remembered Grampa telling him tales of 'rouge' explorers, as he called them. Loners who wouldn't abide by the rules of anyone. Sometimes not even their own rules.

The guards were in place to guarantee that only registered explorers entered the labyrinth. But they couldn't be everywhere at once and with the labyrinth so large, it was impossible to know all possible entrances or escape routes. And there was nothing stopping the dumbasses from literally scaling the thing to get inside.

In any case, Drayce was determined to do the right thing; complete the first mission and be registered as an explorer.

He could potentially do whatever he wanted after that.

And it was going to be so much fun.

The sound of a chair scrapping against the floor pulled Drayce from his thoughts and he lifted his head up in time to see Blayke take a seat on the other side of the table directly opposite him.

"So what's on the agenda today?" he asked as he took a bite out of a simple roll of bread with jam on top.

"Hm. Not completely sure, to be honest," Drayce replied as he dropped the papers he was reading onto the table in front of him. "I was thinking of visiting the guildmaster and registering, but wouldn't it be better to find a few members first? At least enough to form a party of five?"

"Sounds reasonable," Blayke muttered around his breakfast as he cast an idle gaze upon the paper work. "The hard part will be finding the right kind of explorer to join our guild. We can't just have anyone. You have a royal mission, after all."

Drayce tapped his chin in thought for a moment. "Very true."

Ashton dropped himself down onto a chair at the end of the table closest to where Drayce and Blayke were sat. "You might want to keep that hidden initially."

Drayce arched an eyebrow at the green-haired man. "Are you worried about opportunistic explorers thinking they'll be on easy street?" he questioned.

"Exactly," Ashton replied before he launched into a quick explanation. "With you being hired by Prince Ramus himself, others might use you to get to him. Or try to use you to get to the Lost Treasures first."

That made sense. Finding treasure was easier if you had someone else doing all the hard works instead. Surely, though, other explorers would have their full attention on keeping themselves alive, right? He didn't want to think badly of other people.

Still, it was best to be safe than sorry.

"A lot of these explorers probably aren't aware of the legends of the Lost Treasures, but you have a point nonetheless," Drayce conceded.

Blayke finished off his breakfast before he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back into his chair. "That will make finding the right kind of guildmate harder," he muttered. "Especially since we're new to the city as well."

Well, a challenge was only a challenge if you saw it as one, right? That was what Grandpa used to say a lot.

"Don't forget your connections," Ashton suddenly piped up with a knowing smile on his lips. "I know a fellow scholar that might be useful to you. He's an expert in reading ancient texts. I can introduce you to him, if you like. I'm sure he would be greatly beneficial for when you start looking for the Lost Treasures."

"Sounds perfect," Drayce said, perking up a little inside at the thought of meeting and perhaps befriending someone who was as interested in myths and legends as he was.

"He also has a brother who might be able to join your guild," Ashton added, his smile not wavering for a second. "A warlock, I believe. Quite adapt at Mana Detect."

"Sounds even better!"

Ashton laughed heartedly for a moment. "I'll arrange a meeting for you guys later," he said. "But first, you should visit the market place. A few vendors there are quite knowledgeable in the materials found in the first and second floors. And while you're there, you can buy some food to stock up the kitchen. Can't entice potential guildmembers to join your guild with an empty kitchen."

And one couldn't go exploring or adventuring on an empty stomach, either.

"Fair enough," Drayce said as he placed his hands atop of the table and pushed himself to his feet.

Across from him, Blayke did the same. "No coffee, though."

"Why no coffee?" Drayce asked as he arched a questioning eyebrow.

Blayke levelled him with a very stern and somehow shrewd look. "Because when you start your real research, you tend to forget to sleep and drink gallons of coffee to help with your 'productiveness'."

Drayce was, naturally, rather indignant. "What? Dude, I so do not do that."

Blayke's expression grew agitated as he stepped away from the table and proceeded to head back upstairs to get ready. "That's an outright lie. I can't believe you said with a straight face."

Drayce followed him, he, too, intent on getting ready. "Ok, rude."

But as per usual, Blayke ignored him and the two of them got themselves ready for a day out grocery shopping.

… … … … …

Locating and travelling to Iorys' market district wasn't at all a difficult process. It was thankfully rather close to the guildhouse, allowing for quick and easy shopping whenever they needed it.

Despite it being soon after breakfast, the district was bustling with open vendors and busy shoppers. Of both locals and explorers, it seemed. A few stores appeared to be that of well established businesses, including blacksmithing facilities, while others were more akin to those of travelling vendors who were free to come and go as they pleased.

The store that caught Drayce's eye was that of a seemingly newly erected building. An open store front with a blacksmith furnace located at the back. And the apparent owner of the store was a young brounii with quite an eccentric outfit of fine firs, feathers, and jewellery. It was actually the large green emerald he had pinned to his chest that caught Drayce's eye. Obviously the man knew his jewels.

"Welcome!" the brounii cheerfully greeted as Drayce approached, with Blayke trailing behind him and eyeing their surrounding cautiously. "Ah, you're a pair of new faces. Come to explore the labyrinth?"

"Planning on it," Drayce answered honestly. "We just arrived yesterday, though. Still plotting our first trek." He cocked his hip out to the side and planted his hand on it. "Any advice for us rookies?"

"Only to keep a close eye on your surroundings," the shopkeeper answered swiftly as a friendly smile spread across his lips. "You never know what hidden treasure you might find!"

"Another one?" Blayke was heard muttering behind Drayce, but he was promptly ignored.

"Ah, a treasure man, huh?" Drayce asked as he felt his own grin grow.

"Well, of course. What Brounii isn't?" The brounii then let out a peculiar but rather adorable laugh, one that seemed to come easy from him. "Anyway, the name's Syrik."

The brounii now known as Syrik threw out his hand for Drayce to shake, to which Drayce promptly did. He was in turn about to introduce himself and Blayke, but was interrupted by Syrik continuing to speak.

"To be honest with you, I only arrived to Iorys a few weeks ago myself," Syrik explained as he released his surprisingly tight grip on Drayce's hand. "When I heard that they were re-opening the labyrinth to explorers, I nearly fell over myself in my haste to get here. Being a traveling merchant is fine and all, but it makes perfect sense to set up a store here. The labyrinth just has to be filled with mysterious treasures and rare materials, after all."

Drayce nodded his head in complete understanding. "Ah, a man after my own heart. I come from a long line of treasure hunters and archaeologists. So I know exactly what you mean."

Syrik eyes widened before they all but sparkled with excitement. "Then that means…you'll be able to find rare and high quality materials!" he said as he laughed good-naturedly.

Drayce couldn't help but laugh as well before an idea struck him. "Tell you what; I'm not greedy. Should I find anything worthwhile, I'll sell it to you." He then offered his hand out to Syrik in hopes of sealing the deal. "Well?"

"You've got yourself a deal!" Syrik eagerly responded as he shook Drayce's hand rather enthusiastically. "Looking forward to working with you."

"You, too," Drayce replied with a grin before he straightened himself up and tapped his finger against his temple. "I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? My name is Drayce and this is my partner in crime, Blayke."

Blayke barely had enough time to utter out a greeting in return before Syrik spoke up. "Nice to meet ya both!"

Syrik was certainly an energetic and enthusiastic shopkeeper, wasn't he? Drayce was more than certain that they were going to get along just fine.

He was about to ask Syrik what kind of 'treasures' he was to expect on the first floor when Blayke grasped him by the shoulder and gave him a little push.

"Come on," he said with a slight scowl on his face. "The kitchen won't stock itself."

"Right right," Drayce answered passively, mildly wondering why Blayke looked more agitated than usual. "Catch you later, Syrik."

"Come visit again soon~!"

… … … … …

With their arms filled with shopping bags of their much needed food supplies, Drayce and Blayke made their way back to the Crescentia. They seemed to have gotten everything on the shopping list Ashton gave them and hopefully by the time they return, a meeting with that fellow scholar Ashton had mentioned had been arranged. Or at least in the works.

"I quite like the market place," Drayce commented cheerfully as they turned a corner and took to a slight incline that led directly to their guildhouse.

"That honestly doesn't surprise me," Blayke commented. "That place is filled with stores offering novelty trinkets and shit." He then unexpectedly nudged Drayce with his shoulder. "And, dude, stop telling everyone you're a treasure hunter."

"What's wrong with it?" Drayce asked as he turned to look at the fencer. "No one knows why I'm here or what treasure I'm looking for. Besides, it'll be nice to be able to geek out with someone else who likes treasures, too."

Blayke looked both agitated and defiant for a moment before he sighed and shook his head as a genuine expression of worry appeared on his face. "Look, I'm just worried, ok?" he admitted. "What Ashton said this morning is true. Whether they know why you're here or not, you might be targeted by other guilds looking to get rich quick."

Ah, so that was the reason for the scowl. He was taking Ashton's warning to heart.

"Fine, fine," Drayce said in a surrendering manner, not wanting to argue with Blayke's obvious concern for him. "I'll take your concern and worry into consideration and be more careful, ok?"

Blayke seemed satisfied by that for the time being and they both fell into a comfortable silence.

But as they drew closer to the Crescentia, Drayce noticed a young Therian on the other side of the street. They appear to be that of a male, with hair that appeared to be that of both light purple and light blue, and was wearing pastel clothing that was similar to that of rovers. His ears were that of canine variety and were the same pastel yet vibrant colours as his hair. The white wolf with a stunning blue design upon its forehead also gave the indication that he was indeed classed as a rover.

Aside from his wolf companion and a small bag on his back, he appeared to be alone.

Drayce didn't realise that he had stopped walking and was all but staring at the kid until Blayke kicked him lightly in the shins. "What are you staring at?" he asked.

"That kid," Drayce said, not taking his eyes off of the pastel rover. "He doesn't look right."

"What do you mean?"

Drayce carefully studied the kid's movements, his brow furrowing slightly. "He's shuffling his feet and his arms aren't swinging by his sides. His head is also down as if he can only concentrate on the path in front of him. His wolf companion is right at his heel, his tail down and slightly between his legs."

"…And?"

"I think he's sick," Drayce said simply as stepped off of the curb and made his way to the other side of the street where the younger rover was.

"Wait a second," Blayke muttered as he moved to follow him.

Balancing his shopping bags into one arm, Drayce approached the rover rather cautiously. "Ah, hey there?" he called out to him, surprised when the kid immediately stopped walking but failed to turn around and look at him.

But his wolf companion did. Blue eyes turned to look at him before quickly glancing back at the silent Therian. This continued a couple more times before a soft whimper was heard.

Drayce felt concerned and he lifted his hand hesitantly. "You-?"

Before Drayce could ask if he was alright and if he needed any help, the kid suddenly fell to his knees before slumping forward haphazardly on the ground.

"Shit!" Instinctively, Drayce dropped his shopping bag and tried to reach out to him. But he had to pull himself back when the wolf immediately lunged forward and stood over the young rover's unmoving form.

An understandable reaction, but Drayce couldn't see if the kid was breathing with a protective wolf growling at him.

"Easy now," Drayce said as he crouched down to be at the same eye level before he reached out a hand toward the wolf. He made no attempt to pat him or touch him in anyway. He just lifted his hand, hoping that the wolf would find him non-threatening and perhaps by sniffing his hand, allow him to check on the kid. "I'm not a bad guy, promise."

What felt like a solid five minutes of tension, but was probably a minute max, the wolf slowly stretched out his neck and sniffed at his hand. Drayce made sure to stay perfect still while the wolf took in his scent.

And when the wolf nudged at his hand with his nose, Drayce felt relieved.

"See?" Drayce said as he gently patted the side of the wolf's muzzle. "I won't hurt either of you."

The wolf seemed to understand him as he uttered a low whimper and removed his protective stance on his master.

Quickly, but carefully, Drayce rolled the rover onto his side and carefully slipped an arm under his shoulders to pull him into a sitting position. The kid was thankfully breathing, but it was laboured, coming out in short puffs and near-silent whimpers. His eyes were clamped shut and his face was creased into a look of pain. But most noticeable was how red his face was and how sweaty he appeared to be.

"What's wrong with him?" Blayke asked as he cautiously crept closer, eyeing off the wolf as he did so.

"A fever," Drayce said before he slipped an arm under the rover's knees and all too easily picked him up. "Let's take him back to the guildhouse. Sorry, but could you get the groceries?"

"Yeah, sure," Blayke said as he shifted his bags to one arm.

But as he reached out to grab the bags that Drayce had dropped, the white wolf unexpectedly beat him to it. The wolf snared a couple of the bags with his mouth and picked them up easily. It was either something he was trained to do, or it was the wolf's way of wanting to help somehow.

Drayce liked to think it was the latter.

"Let's go, Doggo," Drayce said.

They had been thankfully close to the Crescentia before the incident. They were also lucky that the front door had been left slightly ajar in preparation of them returning with their arms full of food and other groceries.

Keeping a firm grip on the young Therian in his arms, Drayce pushed open one of the doors with his shoulder and hastily stepped inside. "Hey, Ashton!"

"Welcome back," Ashton responded before he stepped out of the dining room with a broom on his shoulder. "I've just finished the kitchen and-"

He stopped mid-sentence when his gaze fell upon the rover resting fitfully in Drayce's arms. A look of confusion as well as concern appeared on his face. "What in the world?" he asked as he ventured closer.

"He fainted on the sidewalk in front of us," Drayce explained quickly. "I couldn't leave him."

Ashton looked at the kid before shifting his gaze up at Drayce. His eyebrow was arched, yet he didn't seem all that surprised. "Let's see," he said instead as he returned his attention back to the unknown rover. "He's unconscious. He's also burning up. Place him in the seating room while I'll get a bed ready."

"Sure," Drayce said as he turned on his heel and quickly made his way to the large seating room.

The white sheets that protected the furniture from dust had thankfully been removed, so Drayce carefully placed the still unconscious rover onto a couch and laid his head upon a pillow. The pillow was a light blue, and alarmingly, the flush to the kid's cheeks stood out harshly.

"He doesn't look good," Blayke said as he, along with the white wolf, entered the room. He was carrying a bowl of water and a cloth, thankfully.

And as Blayke placed down the bowl of water onto a nearby coffee table, the wolf companion immediately sat by the couch in front of his master, his nose gently nudging at his hand. He then uttered a small whimper, one akin to that of concern and confusion as he gently licked at the kid's hand.

The wolf was a loyal companion and could heal the physical wounds of others through licking them. But unfortunately, the kid was ill with a fever. Either from infection or a virus. He needed medicine. And rather quickly, too.

"I think he needs a botanist," Blayke said after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah, you're right," Drayce said as he lifted his gaze from the kid and turned in the direction of the front door. "I better go find one."

Blayke was naturally going to protest, to ask him where he was thinking of finding a botanist when Ashton entered the room.

"I might know someone," he unexpectedly said with a small but knowing grin. "He's called a Botanical Genius, but a little picky when it comes to guilds or explorers he likes. He gets invitations to join a guild daily, but turned them all down."

All very interesting, but that didn't matter at the moment.

"Right now I'm not looking for a guildmate," Drayce said. "This kid needs help. Surely he would agree to help him, right?"

Ashton continued to smile, as if he had expected such a response. "Here," he said as he handed Drayce a slip of paper with an address on it. "This is where you can find him. But, whatever you do, do not mention his height. Or lack thereof."

Quickly grabbing the address, Drayce arched a questioning eyebrow but decided not to ask. "I'll be back soon, ok? Watch the kid for me."