OOC: Oh no, not far at all hehe....
Hector saw Tear staring out the window of his hall. He had a face of uncertainty on as he gazed out at the sunset.
"Come here, son." he beckoned. Tear tuned around in suprise, and walked up to the Lycian lord.
Hector took a good look at him, with a rather puzzled look. His eyes then passed by his old iron sword, and Hector laughed.
"So, you're still using that old toothpick? By your expression, you seem far too experienced to still be using that!"
Tear looked up at him and smiled weakly.
"Well, I haven't had much of a chance to change my weapons. Ostia is the first city we arrived at since we first began our journey, so I haven't had the chance to go to the shop ye--"
"Oh, don't worry about that!" Hector said, grinning. "Follow me. I have something I want to give you...."
Tear followed Hector to his fireplace, as he began scouring the area. Hidden under some rolls of parchment, was a wooden box. Hector grabbed the box of the ground, and blew off the dust laying on it's top. It gave off a creaking sound, as he opened the cover. Inside lay a sword, shimmering gold by the light of the fire.
"I used this sword long ago, with my fight against the Black Fang. It looks gold, but it's actually a brilliant white."
He took the long sword out of it's case, gripping it tightly before handing it to him. Tear was stunned by its brilliance, as the sword was slipped into his hands.
"I can't use this." He said. "I'm not even of house Ostia. I--"
Hector then grabbed another one of his weapons, a knife in a brown sheath, and put it in his other hand.
"Whether you're of house Ostia or not, you remind me of an old friend. A friend, whom I jouneyed with for a long while. Whatever threat your group is chasing, always remember: Ostia has your back."
Hector smiled at him, as Tear was struck by both his words and his great kindness.
"Th-thank you, lord Hector. You are as great a man as people say!"
"Any time, son. Any time." Hector replied.
Tear began to turn forward the exit, but then remembered something he wanted to tell Hector.
"Hector?" He said, questioningly. "There's actually something I wanted to tell you about..."
Tear told Hector the story of his dream, as Hector stroked his beard and nodded.
"My friend once told me dreams like these often predict the future." Hector said, looking at Tear and realizing just how frightened the statement made the boy.
"But I can't be certain. Who knows what it's true meaning was. I can tell you this though: be careful on your journey ahead. Every obstacle you will meet will be greater then your last, in some way. Stay as a group and do your very best!"
Tear nodded in agreement, and began to leave, when Hector stopped him.
"One for thing, Tear. One more thing....
Whenever you meet her again, take good care of Emiru. I'm worried for her. I'm actually quite positive the Emiru traveling with you is the same one."
"I'll do my very best!" Tear smiled determinedly, and rushed out the doors.
