Dark eyes watched, waiting. The instructions were to take the blond once the spell came into play. The orders were to do what ever he wanted, just so long as the youth wasn't able to walk away from that. 24 hours to have fun with the apparent hayseed. And he was paid to do it, to boot. Lips tweaked up in apparent pleasure as he watched Stahn starting out on some journey. Now was the time. He followed, and waited.
With a light pack slung across his back, the young swordian master left Gavada, smiling faintly. His task was done and all he needed was to return home and report to Philia. Despite the hour, the light that he could see seemed to flash darker for a moment, causing Stahn to pause in his travels and the image of an older male appear beside him in concern. Before he could ask what was wrong, his master froze completely where he stood. No longer was the light helping him know what the area surrounding him looked like. There was nothing but blackness, no matter what direction the country boy turned his head. âDymlos? Whatâs going on here? IâŚwhereâd everything go?â His hand fell automatically to the hilt of his weapon, heart beat only increasing more when he realized that he didnât know the way back to Doplund at all without guiding landmarks or at least a path. With no way to contact any of the other members, or his sister or Marian, nothing came to mind as to where to go. ââŚ.Dymlos? DoâŚyou know the way back?â
