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It was the warmest day Pyron had seem in many months, though the sea air refreshed Ret as it splashed over the side of the massive ship. He rode upon a ship known as the Vengeance, though it's name was more intimidating than the merchant ship it really was. It was traveling from his home kingdom of Rathef where he manged to use his connections to board this ship on it's way to Pyron. Ret's cold eyes peered into the distance at the continent, hopeful that he would find the evilness he had been sent here to track. Somewhere on this vast continent was the man he was looking for.

And when he found him, he would kill him.

Such is the life of a paladin of vengeance. His creed gave him tremendous leeway to find his prey and to enact judgement. The hundreds of the dead weighed on his conscious and provided him the necessary spark to keep going on his task. He would not fail no matter what. He would not stop until one of them lay dead.

A sudden wave jostled the ship and made him clutch the edge of the railing. He decided to stay within his cabin for the remaining few hours of the voyage. He walked over to his chest to find the few documents he had brought with him. He clutched the first document and read about the man who he was to meet at the port city of Todd Morden; a man by the name of Anders. He had been invited by the supposedly well known trader to be his guest for at least the first few days. He had been skeptical at first but his father put his mind at ease, as Anders was an old friend of his. Apparently he had been something like an uncle to Ret early in his life, though to much time had passed and Ret remembered little from that time. It seemed so long ago, when he was more carefree and hopeful. Now his mission was the only thing that filled every waking hour.

He laid on his bed with his eyes looking up at the wooden ceiling. He was tired from yet another restless night, so he tried to get some sleep. The burning nightmares once again came to him and stirred him to wakefulness. He instead decided to pace around until he heard the sound of the ship beginning to dock.

He was one of the last to depart. Carrying his trunk, he walked off the gangplank and was immediately greeted by a well dressed man.

"Hello sir, my name is Fenway. I am to bring you to my master's residence," he said with a bow. "Allow me to help you with your things."

Ret nodded gratefully and handed one of his things to the man. Together they began walking the streets. The man kept trying to be a tour guide, pointing out points of interest in the city, but Ret hardly paid any attention. It happened to be that Ret didn't much care for histories, or peoples. Many things have taken the back burner for him.

The man finally stopped talking when they reached a sizeable home where another, fatter, but jolly looking man with a long greying beard met him at the door.

A sudden wave jostled the ship and made him clutch the edge of the railing. He decided to stay within his cabin for the remaining few hours of the voyage. He walked over to his chest to find the few documents he had brought with him. He clutched the first document and read about the man who he was to meet at the port city of Todd Morden; a man by the name of Anders. He had been invited by the supposedly well known trader to be his guest for at least the first few days. He had been skeptical at first but his father put his mind at ease, as Anders was an old friend of his. Apparently he had been something like an uncle to Ret early in his life, though to much time had passed and Ret remembered little from that time. It seemed so long ago, when he was more carefree and hopeful. Now his mission was the only thing that filled every waking hour.

He laid on his bed with his eyes looking up at the wooden ceiling. He was tired from yet another restless night, so he tried to get some sleep. The burning nightmares once again came to him and stirred him to wakefulness. He instead decided to pace around until he heard the sound of the ship beginning to dock.

He was one of the last to depart. Carrying his trunk, he walked off the gangplank and was immediately greeted by a well dressed man.

"Hello sir, my name is Fenway. I am to bring you to my master's residence," he said with a bow. "Allow me to help you with your things."

Ret nodded gratefully and handed one of his things to the man. Together they began walking the streets. The man kept trying to be a tour guide, pointing out points of interest in the city, but Ret hardly paid any attention. It happened to be that Ret didn't much care for histories, or peoples. Many things have taken the back burner for him.

The man finally stopped talking when they reached a sizeable home where another, fatter, but jolly looking man with a long greying beard met him at the door.

"Welcome my good friend!" The man yelled boisterously. "Ret, it has been so long! Too long some might say! Why I haven't seen you since you were yeigh high!" He gestured to the height of his waist.

Ret smiled curtly, and somewhat awkwardly. "Ah, yes. My father did tell me that we knew each other, though I must confess that I don't remember much from that time. My father assured me that you have always been very good to our family, and I'm very grateful of your offer."

Anders clapped him on the back. "Think nothing of it my dear nephew! Come, let me show you to where you'll be staying!" And he walked into his house.

Ret paused. He was pretty certain this man was not his uncle, but he chose to let it slide.