[Job Thread: Bolden] What's Yours is Mine

[Auldwin]

Another man with only a juvenile knowledge of Ghosts. Not that Auldwin could blame him. What did Auldwin know of Ghosts before he, himself died? He couldn't remember anything in particular, besides the fact that Ghosts tended to stick to a particular place and 'haunt' it. How stereotypical. Of course when he thought of just how often he stayed around the Endrykas there was no other way to look at himself besides as a hypocrite. Just like a Ghost in a storybook, he had become the haunter of the Endrykas. How did that even happen? How did Auldwin allow that to happen? Inwardly he had to sigh at the way he portrayed Ghosts. He would have thought he could break outside of the Ghostly mold a little bit. When you were a Ghost, not everything was as simple as 'be whatever you want to be', the types of positive speeches mothers gave their children. When you were a Ghost...you were basically screwed. Your life was essentially forfeit, and at a moments weakness what was left of your existence could be wiped from the world.

"Touch? Touch is easy." Auldwin began to explain. Any good explanation would be benefited from a visual demonstration, of which he would provide in due time. "Not vapor. Soulmist. As in...Soul. Very potent thing, Soulmist. Can touch, can hold, can do all those things. Have no physical body, doesn't mean can't touch." he continued holding up his right hand. Indeed the hand itself was a bit blurred and misshapen. It would shift slightly before Bolden's vision, as if Auldwin had difficulty maintaining it's constant nature. Then, moving slowly he simple jabbed a finger forward into Bolden's shoulder. There was pressure, real physical pressure. It was cold as well, and a bit unnatural, but the material that Bolden wore flexed from the touch, as did the skin beneath. His shoulder even swayed backward slightly. He had been touched, it wasn't just a sensation, it was a true movement of his own material body. "Just like that. No problem, see?" he said as he did it again, just for emphasis. Even if Bolden backed away he would be surprised to see that Auldwin's touch wasn't constrained by his Materialized body, it actually reached much further than appeared visually possible. That was due to his Soulmist's...elasticity for lack of a better word.

The night had taken something of an unusual turn. Now this man had a look of desperation in his eyes. Auldwin knew all about desperation. Desperation was that feeling right before you die that maybe there's something you can do to live on. Anything. Of course it didn't get to last very long before Auldwin was in pieces and subsequently no longer Human. Auldwin's existence was supposed to be there to help himself, not to help everyone else. Still, Auldwin wasn't the type of guy in life to just turn away from another man's desperation. "Mother? Is possible, if mother became a Ghost. What was mother's name, what she look like?" he asked.

The first obstacle to Auldwin was believing that after all this time, if his mother was indeed a Ghost, she would have contacted him. In his own situation though he had roamed the world as a Ghost for some five years, and he hadn't made any effort at all to contact any of his old family. It was just too awkward, especially if he found his wife with someone else. How would that make him feel? His emotional state was already too difficult to control completely, and finding something like that could do more harm than good. No, he wasn't ready to contact those he knew in life, not yet.

The second obstacle was that dealing with Ghosts was best done by someone who had abilities in Spiritism. Sure Auldwin could find Ghosts, after all he knew how they lived and where most of them went, for the most part. Summoning them even from places beside the normal realm he and Bolden currently inhabited was a different matter. At the very least though, Auldwin believed he could determine if she had become a Ghost, or if she had simply passed on to the cycle. Something suddenly struck Auldwin's mind though, how could this have happened. "Wait...how no one know your mother? Father didn't know mother? Endrykas didn't know mother?" She was a Drykas, wasn't she? Not like Auldwin knew everything about the lifestyle of the Endrykas, but for the most part the Drykas seemed like quite the close nit community.

[Bolden Denusk]

The double talk was confusing and Pavi definitely wasn't this guy's natural language. Was the ghost being deceitful or just not know the language well enough to communicate properly? Bolden knew he was no scholar, but if -he- could learn Pavi properly, then a ghost should have no problem with it right?

A cold pressure from the ghost's finger tip felt real and solid enough to Bold; solid enough to hold any stolen loot if he'd had any to take. He frowned at the ghost, his eyebrows nearly meeting in the middle. Something is off here and I don't like it one bit. His eyes darkened to honey colored and turned hard as stone.

"Yea. No problem with being solid at all; when you want to. Solid enough to steal if I had anything worth stealing. Alright then let's give a -solid- answer. Where you trying to steal things from my tent? Yes or no. You're a ghost so I can't harm you even if you admit it."

What was he doing in my tent in the first place? First he proves he has no substance, asks where he would hide anything, then shows me he can be solid when he wants to. If a Drykas was denying an accusation against their honor, there would be the head movement to accompany the angry and offended words sure to follow. The mere casting of doubt on a Drykas' honesty was a bigger insult than any physical punishment. But then again this was a foreigner. A ghost foreigner at that and the aspersion would most likely go unnoticed.

Bolden wasn't the smartest guy on the planet, but he was always honest. Auldwin's evasiveness made him uneasy as he just wasn't used to thieves or liars. Anything less than an upfront, in your face honesty just wasn't a Drykas trait that he knew of.

Was it just a matter of not knowing the language or was this man a ghost because he wasn't honest enough to be accepted by the Gods? That just raised another question of was this a creature with no honor? The only forthright, definitive answer he'd got from him was the tale of his own death.

He didn't bother answering the questions about his mother, seeing it as just a hopeless cause. His large shoulders slumped a little at having to release the dream. Vanator and Eachann were the only ones who could tell him who his mother was and they weren't talking.

As Kavala had so painfully pointed out, he couldn't marry, start a new pavilion or move on with his life because of his father's and grandfather's stubborn silence on the matter. At the rate his life was turning out, he might as well be a ghost. The young Drykas couldn't chance marrying an unknown relative or disobeying his mother's Ankal--whoever in Cyphrus that may be.

"Let's take this outside Mister ghost. You're making my tent freezing."

Bolden obviously wasn't thinking clearly when he made his last statement. Nightwind wouldn't appreciate a ghost of all things, suddenly appearing in his space. The enormous seventeen hh strider stallion would mostly likely try to attack anything that came near him without Bold's say so.

There was probably no need to worry on that score. The ghost already communicated that he could be solid only when he made the effort to do so. Then the aggressive stallion wouldn't hurt him, although Bolden would have to try and comfort the animal at a ghost's presence.

[Auldwin]

Did this Drykas have a sixth sense, or a one tract mind? Auldwin had never had so much trouble from a mark before, usually they would just accept some line of lies from a Ghost and be done with it. Of course Auldwin had been trying to steal things. Well only certain things. Coins in small amounts were Auldwin's targets in particular. Nothing otherwise of value. No weapons, armor, jewels or artwork, as all those things were either too heavy for the Ghost to drag away or too difficult to turn into something more easily exchanged, such as coins. This man was determined to get an answer out of Auldwin, then he would have it. Auldwin was never much for lies when he was alive, but things didn't always turn the way out that he had planned. Life wasn't far, and being dead was far worse than being alive.

Auldwin could play the honest game and see where it got him. The last thing he needed was for the entire Endrykas to know that a thieving Ghost was on the loose. That would make achieving his goals even more difficult. Those goals were the only thing Auldwin lived for, and if he had to kill this one Drykas man to stay on the right track, than so be it. He had already been shooed out of his life, he wasn't about to be driven out in death too. Bolden wanted a straight answer, fine. Auldwin would give it to him without any explanation what so ever. "Yes, looking for coins."

When he answered that the Ghost couldn't help but feel something. It was something akin to anger, or embarrassment. In life he worked for every coin he ever had. It was a hard life of labor, but he didn't resent it. It made him feel needed. Needed by his society that relied on his work attendance, and needed by his family whom he supported. He wasn't the most skilled man in life. He wasn't a sage or an alchemist or a blacksmith, but even the simple things he could do were totally impossible now as a Ghost. If it was his job for the day to dig a ditch, Auldwin would have dug that ditch. Now, the chains of death made it almost impossible to pick up a shovel. He still needed money though, even in death.

At the man's direction, Auldwin floated outside of the tent, simply phasing through any obstacles in the way if such a thing was necessitated. "Stay calm, don't lose it." he reminded himself. Auldwin wouldn't have considered himself an overly emotional man in life, but that was because his physical sensations took up most of his attentions. Being tired or sore overrode being angry or sad. Now, with all of those feelings gone, a large mess of emotions were all that remained.

[Bolden Denusk]

Bolden looked thoroughly confused when Auldwin admitted his attempt to steal. It made no sense at all. Ghosts don't have to eat or pay for anything. They just floated around and existed right? Why would the dead try to take from the living?

"Why? You don't have to eat or buy supplies. It makes no sense for the dead to steal from the living. What do you gain from stealing? If a living man goes without food because a ghost stole his coins, where's the sense in that? Is it that you hate or resent the living and want us to die too? Are you angry that you're dead and just want to make alive people suffer for no reason? Why would you try to make me or other Drykas go without necessities when you are a ghost and don't need the food, clothing or shelter that coin provides to the living?"

Bolden just couldn't figure why a ghost would even bother to steal. They didn't have to eat like he did. Didn't need physical clothing or shelter like he did, so why would a ghost do that? Auldwin, as shifty and dishonest as he sounded, didn't appear to be malicious or have a cruel streak in him. What theory could make sense of a ghost stealing? Would ghosts steal out of boredom? Bold had completely forgotten he'd told Auldwin to go outside--directly toward the now loudly neighing horse.

Nightwind's scream of scared defiance pierced the air and the enormous strider reared at the ghost as he was trained. He'd been taught that if he was afraid of something or thought it was a threat to himself or his rider, that he must confront and kill it.

The Drykas whistled shrilly and rushed forward to put up both hands. His signal to the furious strider took a chime to sink in and a few more for him to finally get all four legs back on the ground again. The huge stallion shook his large dark head in agitation, his long flaxen mane flying about him like a fast moving storm cloud. He crab stepped nervously, sidling this way and that, while eying the ghost. Nightwind showed the whites of his eyes and his red nostrils flared, taking in the smell of the dead. He pinned his ears back and stupidly tried to snatch a bite at the ghost, just not knowing it would do no harm.

"When I mentioned my mother before--just never mind that. I can't give you anything to go on. I have no idea what she looks like, what her name is or even what clan or pavilion she's from. It was dumb of me to assume that you could magically know every ghost that happens to exist." Bolden commented with quiet shame. His ears reddened, knowing he'd practically admitted to his lack of legitimate birthright.

Bolden knew he should be the -last- Drykas in Cyphrus to judge anyone, living or dead, all things considered. It was all like a bad joke. 'Congratulations, it's a son! Yea but who's the mother?!'

He broke off his melancholy train of thought and returned his attention to the ghost.

"I shouldn't be judging you Auldwin. If you want to be a coin thief, that's up to you. Just as long as you're not a horse thief, I suppose." Bolden said quietly, and shrugged his shoulders.

[Auldwin]

Once they were outside Auldwin listened carefully and took into consideration the things Bolden was saying, as well as his concerns. He certainly had plenty of them, and really Auldwin had never thought about any of those things. It was never his intent to make a man go starving, although all targets were not equal in his eyes. Auldwin never stole from the poor, but when he thought of why, his reasoning was truly less chivalrous than not wanting anyone to go hungry. Typically those with little coin had, consequently, little to steal. Not only that but that which was stolen was easily discovered. When you had less to your name, anything missing was simply a larger impact than having a treasure trove at your disposal. In life Auldwin was one of those individuals with little to take, and thinking back upon it, losing a days pay wouldn't have been very helpful to his overall lifestyle. In life Auldwin would often misplace things however, and his wife took every opportunity to remind him about his forgetful nature when it came to material things. Misplacing a handful of silvers and coppers were the least of his worries, more important was the sheer amount of times he had misplaced their living quarter's key.

"Not for food, not for clothes, not for any of that. Need coins to pay for Drykas service." he replied. Could that have sounded unbelievably confusing? Probably, but that was the reality, Auldwin was stealing coins so that he could inevitably give them back to the Drykas. They were the people that understood the Sea of Grass better than anyone else. Not only this, they were renown trackers and hunters. Auldwin had to assume that if they could hunt creatures, they had to have some way to hunt the dead as well. His most pressing matter was finding the Ghost that killed him within the Sea of Grass, and who better to ask than the local inhabitants?

"Drykas can hunt. Drykas can find many things, and Drykas live in the Sea of Grass. I die in the Sea of Grass, going to pay Drykas to find Ghost that killed me. Can't work like used to. Can't dig holes, can't build houses, can't lift enough weight like used to. Can't make the money like used to. Can't ask to do it for free. So, take coppers and silvers in small amounts from many places. Over time adds up. Not proud, but can't ask to do for free." he was unable to go much further before the large strider that took up a presence in the area reared up, causing Auldwin to look upward at that creature, the faintest thought of what was coming traced it's way through his mind.

"Oh great. His mount is just like him." one could almost see Auldwin's Soulmist sigh as the creature's legs came down through his smokey body, dispersing some of the vapor that made him up. The Soulmist jumbled around, agitated by the thing that was displacing it, and so Auldwin evaporated from that spot and reformed a short distance away. The very instance of it happening was only a fraction of a second, and it seemed that shortly after that time Bolden had managed to obtain control of his steed well enough to keep it at a safe distance from the Ghost.

Still he saw the horse nipping it's teeth toward Auldwin, what a spirited horse. Some creatures just up and ran away from the Ghost, but this one actually tried to initiate a battle. Listening further to Bolden's lack of knowledge of his own mother had Auldwin completely puzzled. The man wasn't kidding, he really didn't have a lick of information. Not a name, not an appearance, nothing. There wasn't much that could help the Drykas as far as Auldwin knew, unless there was a way to transcend time and gain information before Bolden was born, and such a thing was extremely outside Auldwin's range of knowledge and power.

"Sorry, not sure if can help you. Would need something. Someone who knew her, something to ask questions of, somewhere even to find clues." the Ghost replied as he paid little mind to the horse that was still expressing it's extreme dissatisfaction with his presence. To think that once upon a time the Ghost worked so well with horses, given both of their statuses as laborers within the city of Syliras. Now...this was the kind of response he elicited from them, as well as basically all living creatures. Auldwin found himself chuckling as Bolden spoke of him and horse-thief in the same sentence, "Sorry, not funny, but me become a horse thief not possible. Look at that horse, would never go with me. Back to what you say, don't give up. When I die, Ghost kill me. Don't know Ghost name, what Ghost look like, or why Ghost kill me. Never took anything in life, worked in Syliras, came to Endrykas to visit father. Still, make coins so can get help to find the Ghost. Can't give up, can't ever rest until is complete."

Perhaps Auldwin and Bolden had more things in common when the Ghost had previously believed. They were both born into this world by an unknown entity, quite literally. Bolden born from his mother, and Auldwin born from the murder of a fellow Ghost. They both knew not the name or appearance of what they were looking for, nor even the reason why they came to be. All that remained was the desire to understand, and neither of them could become anything without that knowledge. Just as Bolden could never gain his standing without his mother, Auldwin could never return to the cycle and be free of this tormented existence without that Ghost.

[Bolden Denusk]

Strider and rider were equally startled when the ghost disappeared and reappeared somewhere else. The horse tossed his head and pinned his ears back menacingly, which thankfully distracted Bold from vanishing ghost tricks that made his hair stand on end.

Bolden filled up a hay rack to distract Nightwind from his antics. He was a good strider, but like his rider, he was a little thick headed sometimes. Even though Auldwin spoke in badly broken Pavi, when it combined with his now sincere and heartfelt tone, Bold understood him very well.

So he'd had a normal life until a ghost killed him and like Bold's mother they could identify neither. And of course the important matter of pride.

'Can't ask to do it for free.' he'd said twice. Goddess, did he know that sentiment! He'd lived it personally for six years with a group of strangers within the Amethyst Clan. Bolden couldn't remember his last name then, nor any of his affiliations, but he sure as hells wasn't going to mooch off the Sunstorm Pavilion. He'd worked petching hard for his keep.

A partially formed idea rolled around in the young Drykas' mind that maybe he could help the ghost find his killer. Maybe. He wasn't the most skilled at Webbing but what if he could get a clear time fix for when Auldwin's life was taken? He'd said he died in the Sea of Grass and the young Denusk knew for sure that anything that birthed or died out there, was an instantly integral and eternal part of the Web.

"I can't promise anything but maybe if we could find the spot and you could give me the exact date... Umm.." Bolden frowned for a chime, wondering if he should voice his thoughts before he was even sure.

"Would Webbing maybe help to find your killer? If even a single drop of blood is spilled to the earth, it's remembered by the Web-" He stopped speaking, reluctant to share any more about Webbing with a definite Outsider. Bolden bit his lip, hoping he hadn't already said too much. Damn it, some day he'd learn to really think before he open his big mouth!

Although their situations weren't exactly the same, it was clear they both needed help finding a ghost. Bold didn't stand a chance of ever finding his own mother unless Eachann or Vanator finally gave him a name. The chances of that happening were slim to none at best, leaving him entirely at their mercy.

Something he himself had said, sparked the inkling of an idea in his non scholarly head that left him pensive.

'When I was gone and injured, why didn't the Ankal or Vanator search for me? They were both more than able to do so. I don't think they really wanted me back. Having me gone got rid of an embarrassing 'problem' quite conveniently for them.'

His eyes darkened and the hurt, angry expression was too quickly replaced by a mask for Auldwin to identify. Bolden cleared his throat uncomfortably and restlessly shifted his weight from his bad leg to his good one.

[Auldwin]

A spot and exact time? That would be quite the feat, even if Auldwin could remember that day like the back of his hand. There just wasn't anyway to put it, to an outsider that lived in Syliras all of his life the entire Sea of Grass looked...very much the same. Lots of grass, lots of plains, sometimes some tents. Sure there was a basin here and there, or perhaps the occasional slightly noticeable hill, but other than that it had appeared very uniform. Worse yet, the moment after he died Auldwin was so stricken with grief, confusion, and temporary insanity from the constant mental anguish he had been suffering up until that point that all he wanted to do was get away from that place as quick as possible. He ran, or rather floated, until he eventually reached the island of Black Rock, haven to quite a few Ghosts of many varying time periods. It wasn't until later on, after being instructed on his new existence by some of the more veteran and lucid Ghosts there that he was able to come back to the region of Cyphrus and forge the strong emotional connection he now had. A connection that he couldn't sever, no matter how hard he tried. It was strange to think, but even as an outsider the lands of the Drykas were an essential part of his very existence. Literally.

He could at the very least remember the time period, as well as the direction he traveled in toward his inevitable death, it wasn't much, but it was the slightest inkling of a start. Just before he was about to voice those particulars he heard that word again, a word he had heard spoken around the Endrykas, if only because he existed like a shadow to the encampment, sometimes not truly even considered a real resident. That word was the Web. Just what was this Web? How did it work? This Web had memory? "Wait wait wait..." Auldwin quickly noticed the lapse in Bolden's train of thought, as if he was stifling himself, "What is Web? Hear of Web before. Is a way to speak to the ground? Speak to the earth? This very important." Now it appeared it was Auldwin's turn to appear somewhat desperate.

"If speaking or seeing Web is some secret, don't need to teach, just want to have someone use. Can you use? Don't have..." Auldwin thought for a moment, just how much had he managed to save in his time working through the various tents of those that came and went from the Endrykas? Not very much compared to a real competent worker. Worse yet he didn't even really have a body to offer to work off any debt. This Web was starting to sound like some sort of key to all of Auldwin's questions. If only he knew a little more about it, "Don't have much, but you can take it all if is truly possible to find Ghost. I die..." Auldwin immediately began to struggle with the thought. Typically recalling the time and location of his own death was a painful enough experience, but with the potential of receiving some knowledge about a way, any way at all to find answers he was more than willing to battle those feelings, push them down, and move as far past them as he could for as long as he could manage.

"...I die in same season now. Five ago. Get done working long Summer in Syliras, father ask to come visit in Endrykas. Came just after Summer, but take days to get here. I stay for...some days, perhaps ten? Or...yes ten believe. Then walk in the evening. Made to walk by Ghost and walk toward sun, eyes looking at sun the whole time as sun set." he could do it if he tried. Some of the bits and pieces were there. He knew the direction, he knew the approximate time, he knew the Endrykas was located in different places depending on the season, but it was the same rotation since he had followed the encampment as a Ghost.

"Is what I remember for now, this is all. I am Ghost, but can still do somethings, will do anything to understand if is possible to get answer. Will help in anyway, do anything." Unlike a normal mortal man, that wasn't exactly an empty phrase. Auldwin really would do anything to figure out his questions. They were the only thing standing in the way between him and the bliss of reincarnation. Every day he stayed away from those answers, every day that went by that they continued to torture him with their allusion meant another day in his cursed existence. The existence between death and life, the limbo between being a man and following through with the cycle of life. He didn't just need to find this Ghost, he had to find this Ghost. There was no death for him that could stop his pursuit, even the worst damage in the world would simply halt him. Even cast into the Void he would still exist. Exist solely to finish solving the puzzle of those final moments of his life, lost there within the tall greens of the Sea of Grass.

[Bolden Denusk]

OOC :

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Bolden remained silent for several chimes, the only sound was Nightwind munching from his fragrant hay. He looked at the ground, Auldwin, the strider and back at nothing while he thought. This man had lost everything, including his life. At least he had that. Sure he couldn't legitimately claim the Denusk name or marry, but he was alive if nothing else!

He knew he'd already said too much about Webbing to an outsider. He also wasn't a master in it either, so he might be wrong. If the young Drykas understood anything, it was loss. The loss of everything was what he thought he was going through, but Auldwin proved him wrong. He still had his life and should be grateful for it. He had his strider, and Kavala at least. Sure he missed Laria desperately, and Vanator too, but he had more than the ghost before him.

When Auldwin offered to give Bolden all he had despite being a petching ghost, it ripped at his conscience like an angry strider pawing the ground. He didn't want to give false hope, or overestimate his own skills. What should he say to him? How do you give someone hope and then rip it away with uncertainty?

For a moment, his memory went back to Kavala, his most beloved relative. He'd been about ten years old and complaining that Vanator wouldn't let him learn the bow until he was fourteen and had grown more muscle.

'When you're feeling bad about yourself, do something nice for someone else. The worse you feel about you or your own situation, then put it all into helping someone else reach their dream. It'll make you feel better in the end.' Kavala had wisely counseled him.

"I uh.. I'm not a master in Webbing, but I truly understand some of the loss you're going through. We have a general direction, location and approximate time. Maybe we could find an Ankal or if not, I could give it a shot to help you. I warn you Auldwin, I'm not a master at it though..."

He looked at him with worried amber eyes, wanting to help and hoping he wouldn't somehow petch it up.

[Auldwin]

This was it. After years of stagnation and wandering Auldwin was starting to get somewhere. For seasons he had tried to determine a way to find the answers he sought. He knew somewhere, somehow, in all of the mystery that was left in the world, there was a way somehow. In a place with magic, divinity, and alchemy there had to be a way to remove the anonymity from his killer. The questions he had were one thing, but there was a certain level of rage that was always present simply because of the nature of his death. He never even got to see his attacker. He didn't get the chance to face his death in an appropriate manner. Auldwin believed that even if he was killed for nearly any other reason like theft, robbery, owed debts, war, nearly anything he would not have chosen an existence of a Ghost. To at least be confronted and be told 'this is why you're going to die' and to see the face of the one doing it would be traumatic, but it would also carry a sense of understanding with it. An understanding that would take time, but at the very core the simplest of questions like 'why' and 'who' would be answered.

"Still don't understand much. What is Ankal?" he asked. These were terms that Auldwin may have heard at most in passing around the encampment, but knowledge beyond that for him was completely non-existent. That as it was the Ghost was willing to do what he could to gain additional information, so long as he knew what information would aid in this 'Webbing'. "How does it work? What sorts of things is needed? Maybe I get more information for it to be better." Auldwin was very excited. He didn't wish to learn Webbing himself, he couldn't regardless without a Spiritist, but to get someone to utilize the art for him was as much help as he could ever wish for. He was determined that if he could be helped, so could this man. If he needed answers and other people kept them from him, Auldwin knew there was a way to get those questions answered. Or at least in theory he did.

The ability of Possession had, in the past, allowed Auldwin the opportunity that a host and a Possessor share more than just a physical bond. The bond reached all the way to a mental capacity as well, and even further than that reaching into the very thoughts and feelings of the other person. Long ago had Auldwin found that he was only beginning to scratch the surface of his supernatural powers, and with that knowledge he believed it possible to literally pull thoughts from people through the ability of Possession. The only problem was it would take an enormous amount of skill, an amount that went far beyond what Auldwin was capable of at that moment. Not that he couldn't continue to practice, of course.

"Is ok though, understand there are limits. Have limits myself. Sorry if I seem much excited, this has become very important conversation we have. But yes, you tell what must I do, and I will do. Any information I have will give. How would we start? What should happen first?" it was then that Auldwin realized he had been asking a lot of someone whom was basically a stranger. The last thing he wanted to do was wear out his welcome, especially considering the amount of information already shared with him. He was quick to add, "There...is no rush for me. Patient, have much time, just find much interest in this. Nothing for me to lose though, even if you or someone is wrong, doesn't put me any further from answers at least. May even learn something more."