Roland Varithmas
Roland walks over to here Cron is making a scene and slaps him hard of the back of the head, almost falling onto the ground, only staying upright from Roland holding his arm. "You can barely stand, let alone talk. We all knew what would of happened if something went wrong. It's not solely on you. We're friends, we lean on and help each other. So for once. Keep your talkative mouth shut until you feel better." Letting go of Crons arm Rolands makes his way to the door and leaves with his uncle.
On the walk home home, Roland and his uncle said no words, the two stoic men needing no words to pass between them to exchange their words. Olaf knowing that if this was meant to be his nephews path, then this is what it is, and he won't stand in his way.
Reaching their house, Roland braced himself for the oncoming onslaught as he opened the door and was immediately tackled into the ground by the twins, Rivus angrily yelling at him while Amnis just cries heavily, all he can manage to do his hug the two tightly until the eventually go quiet after wearing themselves out. Olaf smiling to himself walks inside and continues with his metalwork.
Awaking a few hours earlier just after dusk, Roland looks around his room as it occurs to him that he won't be back for a long while, Carefully getting out of his bed as two not wake the twins, who after persistently complaining to stay with him until he left. He walks through the house taking in every sight and smell, hoping to remember it all when he's gone.
After spending hours quietly to himself, and managing to get all of the supplies he'd think he'd need, he finally goes back to bed, to await the oncoming dawn, and his final easy day. With a smile on his face, he falls asleep not long after midnight, knowing that he might finally find the answer to his question.