Betwixt Journeys
Ever since the fall of Melbu Frahma, Dart had been busy. First, he’d had promises to keep, notably to his old friend Lavitz, and while he couldn’t share an actual drink with the man, he’d left a tumbler of of liquor for his fallen brother at his desk and he’d had a slow drink, remembering him.
Dart wasn’t one to typically take up liquor, and the harsh flavor of the spirits he’d selected had been a bitter one to swallow.
Of course, that was only the first step, he’d soon returned to Seles where over the next several months acted as transport for the tiny village. It was long and he often spent weeks in solitude as he made his way to Bale, Lohan, or any number of cities and towns throughout the kingdom. Each trip back he carried a large burden of supplies and bandits had quickly learned not to mess with the crimson armored fighter. His loads might have had good value, but he extracted a price far beyond what any of them were willing to pay for even the smallest parcel of cargo.
Of course, it meant only short breaks that he could spend with his childhood friend, and only companion he was able to see on a semi regular basis. Haschel had returned to Rogue, taking Kongol with him. Meru was journeying around the world with her fiance, Miranda was back in Mille Seseau helping her sisters and her adoptive mother alike, and of course… Rose… She wasn’t with them anymore.
Even now he could feel his frustrations with her and his father’s decision. They had had Melbu on the ropes, and now… She was gone, never to see the world she’d saved, the world she’d shed countless tears over, and shed far more blood than he could ever know.
And she had sacrificed herself, instead of them banding together for one last push… In a sense he did understand. 11,000 years of grief was not easily swayed but…
Shaking the thought aside, he lightly rapped on Shana’s door.
“Shana, are you busy?”
He was back, at least for a few more hours and he’d might as well spend a little bit of time with his friend for a change.
