Saleh

[It's been a long time since Saleh has bonded with people in Luceti. Since most of his old friends have left, his heart has been hollow. Randomly helping people doesn't seem to have the same effect anymore, because likely he would never see those people again. He'd need something that would take more than one meeting, a strong commitment. He takes a deep breath as he opens his journal, as the offer he's about to make is unprecedented.]

I never thought I would consider this...but is there anyone who would be interested in learning the kind of magic I have studied in my world? We use tomes to cast our spells, and staves for healing. The item shop keeps the tomes stocked well enough, as I have never had difficulty replacing my tomes when needed.

Alternatively, I can also offer guidance in contacting the Filial spirits. I have only contacted a few myself, so this would be a learning experience for all of us.

[This could also help with Kakashi's alliance, and the people who would like to help out with it, but he refrains from mentioning it. He doesn't want to accidentally expose anything that shouldn't be exposed.]

( Cut for introspection... )

[There's a melancholy sigh as he stares at his open journal.]

Kain's gone. Rydia's gone. Julia's gone. Ewan's gone. So many of my closest companions are gone. I...have never felt so alone. Only then will you realize...that even the worst memories are to be cherished.

[He gazes at his open palm, facing up, conjuring a gentle fireball...however, once it ignites, the sage jumps up with a gasp, causing the journal to drop, and the journal feed to abruptly cut short.]

[When Saleh wakes, his room feels...strangely empty. Even with everything back to normal, something still feels...off. It becomes clear within minutes. The room is empty, the silence deafening. No perky student to spice up his life.]

...Ewan?

[With barely a sound, he creeps around the room, looking for any traces. Ewan's belongings are nowhere to be found either. This can only mean one thing.]

[Saleh picks up his journal with a deep breath.]

For those who knew him...Ewan...my student...has returned to his own world. He was a growing, gifted mage, and...I am very proud of him.

[And then for the other thing on his mind. He owes an apology to a certain someone. Another instance of a love that turned out to be false. It only makes him think of Julia. While he isn't sure exactly what he felt, he knows that it was real.]

Miss Faith...I owe you an apology. My thoughts, my behavior...they were improper.

[He'll leave it at that and not drag it out. Short and to the point.]

[A few months back, Saleh and Ewan had made a decision to take a journey throughout the enclosure, to explore the terrains, and train themselves in survival. Now that he's heard some disturbing news, he's even more ready to take that trip. However, that was still a few weeks away, and he knows he'd better stick to the original plan. However, now would be a good time to start preparing, gathering supplies, and settling any affairs with their comrades in the village before they leave, because they'll expect to be gone for some time, perhaps a week or two. So Saleh picks up his journal and makes an open announcement.]

In just a few short weeks...on June 1st, to be precise, Ewan and I will be leaving on a journey to explore the enclosure. We'll expect to be gone for a few weeks, at least. So if anyone has any business with either of us, it's best to take care of it before we leave.

[Action]

[Saleh will spend some time sulking in his room before going out for his usual errands. Catch him at the grocery shop or the item shop, or anywhere in between.]


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[The feed begins with Saleh sitting at his desk, looking very focused. He inhales deeply, and then exhales. He then begins to speak...in an entirely foreign language. As one listens further, it becomes apparent that he's actually reciting some sort of chant. He appears to be struggling with it, though. Some of the syllables come out strained, and there's some stuttering here and there. He also repeats some of the syllables like a broken record.]

[The strained chanting stops, though, as something seems to grab Saleh's attention. He stands, backing away warily. Son, some heavy footsteps can be heard, faintly at first, but gradually growing louder. Saleh knows immediately what those footsteps are – the droids are coming. They burst through the door, stomping right towards the sage. There's nowhere to run, and no time to grab a tome and fight. All Saleh could do was shout, much louder than he normally would.]

Ewan!

[He shouts the pupil's name as a warning, knowing full well that there's nothing Ewan can do either. And then, just as quickly as they came, the droids take Saleh and leave.]


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[Saleh's been thinking about the Christmas ball and what an...unsatisfying experience it has been. He had never liked alcohol or its negative effects, but perhaps there was some sort of benefit that he did not understand. After his latest experience, however, he still does not see it.]

I am...curious about something. Why do people drink those ghastly beverages at the bar?

[Hopefully mentioning the bar will give away the kinds of drinks he's talking about.]

[The recording starts as the journal falls to the ground with a thud. Saleh can be seen in the forest kneeling down to pick up a peculiar glistening yellow stone. It's far too easy to recognize the stone, knowing that there was no other stone like it.]

This is Lady Myrrh's…

Is she here?

[He picks up the journal and resumes his patrol, searching for a certain indigo-haired girl.]