Alphonse nods his head quietly for a moment then looks at two.
"I believe the whole problem with anything is that we are not only dealing with the Tyrant King, but we are caught in so many positions with so many people, such as the Lizardmen that appeared, or the Star King items. Not to mention things that happen directly among us, such as Remmi's eye, or politics among guilds and clans."
Alphonse sighs thinking of the event that made him leave the Oasis for three months.
"Regardless, we try to help everyone. I just recently found out why Shadowmoor existed, let alone everything else. I was on the ships when it happened and all I knew was that the tides had changed and the wind was blowing in a curious direction."
He glances to his orb as he says, "I try to keep all eyes on the future. My own race has things to deal with such as the..." He grimaces as if he's about to heave, "Black Sail Sampan... Those who deny our culture and seek to destroy everything that we stand for. I recently saw a vision of them having the possession of a Grey Elf's airship and found out that there is a war that even the Elders of our clans will not tell us about."
He growls deeply while he exhales.
"It is known that a Sampan would rather kill than be rude. And for the actions of these beings, there is no polite words for them."
He looks up and his smile returns.
"However, it is life. I willingly came here to help for there are people here who have become as family to me. We have stood beside one another and stood strong. I will not flee now. Not as I did before. I plan to now prove myself as a member of the Healer's Guild."
He bows to them both.
"Well, safe winds, gentlemen. I am going to return to the tavern to see if there is any current developments. The gather is coming soon and things have a way of capsizing around now."
He bows again in farewell, cycling the wards and walking to the Tavern.
"I believe the whole problem with anything is that we are not only dealing with the Tyrant King, but we are caught in so many positions with so many people, such as the Lizardmen that appeared, or the Star King items. Not to mention things that happen directly among us, such as Remmi's eye, or politics among guilds and clans."
Alphonse sighs thinking of the event that made him leave the Oasis for three months.
"Regardless, we try to help everyone. I just recently found out why Shadowmoor existed, let alone everything else. I was on the ships when it happened and all I knew was that the tides had changed and the wind was blowing in a curious direction."
He glances to his orb as he says, "I try to keep all eyes on the future. My own race has things to deal with such as the..." He grimaces as if he's about to heave, "Black Sail Sampan... Those who deny our culture and seek to destroy everything that we stand for. I recently saw a vision of them having the possession of a Grey Elf's airship and found out that there is a war that even the Elders of our clans will not tell us about."
He growls deeply while he exhales.
"It is known that a Sampan would rather kill than be rude. And for the actions of these beings, there is no polite words for them."
He looks up and his smile returns.
"However, it is life. I willingly came here to help for there are people here who have become as family to me. We have stood beside one another and stood strong. I will not flee now. Not as I did before. I plan to now prove myself as a member of the Healer's Guild."
He bows to them both.
"Well, safe winds, gentlemen. I am going to return to the tavern to see if there is any current developments. The gather is coming soon and things have a way of capsizing around now."
He bows again in farewell, cycling the wards and walking to the Tavern.