Ryden Zenta
100 Gold
Ryden slowly got up as he felt his bones piece themselves back together. Although it wasn't a particularly pleasant process, he buckled down and bore the excruciating healing process. His ribs snapped and jammed themselves together, and smoothed out the cracks by spreading itself out and filling in the cavities. He took a deep breath and steadied himself as he rose to his feet, testing out his capabilities and the fluidity of his movements. He twisted his body left and right, feeling his bones ease up on the tension with a satisfying crack. He stepped out of the church and scanned his surroundings: carnage mercilessly scattered around, blood and guts lathered generously on the ground, while families of the departed wept on the side. The boy remembered his own father, Virgil, a strict and sullen piece of work with his own emotional baggage to carry. He wondered, Does he worry about me as well? Does he wonder where I am right now? Is he even searching for me? His heart slightly sank at these thoughts, before anger overtook his chest. He probably is glad that I am gone, that old fool.. He never really cared about how I felt or what I thought. All he ever worried himself about was how I affected his reputation. God, this isn't the time nor place... He scolded himself for bringing such emotional intensity upon himself, which made his eyes water with tears of sorrow and rage. He swallowed the rising lump in his throat, wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, and forced himself to trod forward with a depressed mood, being careful not to ruin his boots with the stain and stench of blood.
His ears picked up an eerie, ancient chanting, which beckoned from an empty space in the plaza. He looked around the area, taking notice of the golem man and the elf man who saved him earlier. He walked up to them, slightly awkward and deeply in need of company, and nodded shyly towards them. "I don't mean to interrupt, but the smithy is the least of our worries right now.." Ryden pointed to the source of the chanting, his eyes reflecting a set seriousness and slight worry, "I don't know what that is or what it wants, but if we don't attend to that now, we might be in for a much more terrible being than the Sacrificial Spirit."