[h3]The Duchy of Zerul, by a road in the southwest[/h3]
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Olan could not help but to smile at Thaler's words and squeeze her hand back with his, grateful and appreciative of the effort she must have made to try to sound this positive with the state of mind he knew she was in. She had not given him any answers that could tell him why he possessed these unusual abilities, but he had not expected any, either; even if he had known why he was like this before he had lost his memory, he knew himself well enough to recognize that he would not have told anyone else about it, at least not in a manner that others would believe to be true. An ability like this was too easily exploitable, and he would much rather be viewed as a regular person than a special entity. He was not the hero of a tale, he was just the narrator of it; not the main character, but just a helper lending the main characters aid. Was that what he was? Or was it just what he wanted to be?
It did not matter in the end, though. So what if he did not know how he had gotten to where he was? Did anyone ever, really? He was happy being here, with these people, doing good things and helping them smile even in the face of the most sinister perils the planes had to throw at them; helping them survive, protecting them from themselves. To Olan, there was nothing more important than dancing down the road and seeing his companions smile at his foolery.
After all, normal was boring. Boring! Ha! Certainly not him; not Olan, the explorer extraordinaire!
[I]Explorer... yes. That sounds right. That is what I am.[/I]

"We'll be all right as long as we have each other to be weird around, then," he chuckled, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on his skin in between the breaths of chill wind. "We should go find a bunch more weird people and become traveling entertainers, you know? Going from town to town, letting the boring normal people have a laugh and a gasp, seeing the world, meeting all kinds of folk... wouldn't be too different from what we've been doing so far." He shook his head, laughing quietly at the similarities between that idea and that of being on a quest to save the world. 
When he opened his eyes again, the Nightwalker's gaze fell on the donkey who had wandered in front of him, with the raven perched on its back. He grinned at them, and nodded his head at them.
"By the way, the raven told me her name is Beatrice. The donkey... I have no idea what that's called, though. Either I don't understand him, or he just doesn't want to talk to me, you know?"