"So, what brought you back to this place," Barry says.

Before their conversation, Akatosh had to wait for Barry's customers to leave the place. He leaned back on the wall observing the people where most of them are adventurers buying new equipment. Replacing the old leather tunic and some pummeled breastplate. After waiting patiently, the place now occupies less than five people giving Akatosh a chance to talk with Barry.

"Well as always," Akatosh says placing the items on the desk.

"If you should have asked earlier then you won't waste your time coming back here like a back and forth saw," Barry says.

"Perhaps I'm not in a hurry, I just take my time… surely the gods can wait."

"Mm-hmm… Perhaps. So, is this all you want to tell me or is there any other thing you want?"

"Pretty much nothing really, I'm just here to commission a sword and some things I just need to buy."

"Okay, but about this sword you requested--"

"Oh… that, since there are four ingots left and five from my last order. I'd say can you use one ingot for a dagger. Also, as for the eight well… I think you can divide them for the two swords."

"Mm-hmm… looking at this blueprint it seems that the eight ingots won't suffice. I can add some fine steel if you want."

"That's fine adding a weight on a sword could make it more potent and balance at hacking." Says Akatosh searching for a short sword.

"Okay then, anything else?"

"Nahh… That's all. Ahh… I forgot; how did you manage to gain entrance to the dwarves."

Barry sigh. "It's but a long story. Back when I was young, I travel there in the northern mountains a very cold place to live in. That's where I met him, through time we became friends, share our knowledge until he invited me to his city, but he is long past gone."

"I see…" Akatosh says picking a short sword. The shape was similar to a Roman gladius. A very perfectly balance good for maneuvering, it doesn't feel heavy nor too light.

Swinging the sword, he then said. "I do understand how they didn't just call you something, but this will do."

"You're the first person that I met collecting a sword of many." Says Barry.

"Nahh… I just need something to use that's all." Says Akatosh placing coins on the desk.

"So, when will you again return."

"Not sure but if I'm not in for a month you may give those items to them."

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"Hey-hey-hey don't be absurd to yourself, why not find a companion to venture with."

"That I'm not into… if."

"Don't tell me you want to go there all alone." Says Barry

"Why not."

"You haven't heard the rumors didn't you."

"The innkeeper told me but will see."

"Well, may the gods be with you?" Barry shrug, gathering the items he commissions.

"Thanks for your compliment but we can't expect all the gods to do our bidding." Says Akatosh going to the exit.

Barry sigh. "Indeed what a strange lad you are," Barry says right when Akatosh left.

With the sun setting higher, it was time to leave but he first checks the map. Through south was the kingdom of Ahgraim, as for the way to 'Dragons lake'. It would seem there are only three ways. Either go to Ahgraim for a sea journey. The other one however was to go northwest where a bridge was built. As for the third, Riya told Akatosh that the north path was too dangerous. And it seems to say the map shows a cliff road, where rocks fall without warning, griffins roam those cliffs preying travelers.

Akatosh shrug. "Well let's take the bridge then." He said and went towards the west side looking for any caravan to travel with since the journey would take weeks or more by foot.

"Are you one of the adventures?" The drivers say.

Telling a lie. "Sorry but I've already left that thing behind." His solitary and looks were enough to convince the man. Through time many adventurers had often received a mark from their life whether losing a friend in battle or being betrayed by your party.

"I see... you can hop on but will be waiting for our convoy."

"Convoy?"

"Yes, the adventurers from the guild which we recently hired a few hours. The road ahead of us ain't be so kind."

Scratching his head Akatosh asks for a request. "Say, can I sit right beside you?"

"Mm-hmm… since there aren't any, you can." The driver says.

After waiting for more than an hour eleven adventurer steps in. Akatosh didn't bother to look at them but rather sitting right beside the driver. Ten caravans await them carrying merchants' goods. And by the looks of it, nine are silver in rank, led by two higher tiers which is a gold class adventurer.

Observing Akatosh cautiously eyes the people. He can tell the masculine man clad in plate mail and a very fancy great-sword he holds.

"Must be their leader" Akatosh told to himself.

As for the other gold class, a lady in robe a mage to say. Her look does show a gold tier, not like any lower classes wearing common mage equipment, hers however are very flamboyant. Well-armed, well equipped, and well prepared they set themselves. Dividing into three groups the leader goes to the front where Akatosh was. As for the mage she went to the back guarding the rear. And two silver-class mages on the center.

Akatosh didn't fancy the people rather close his eyes waiting for the caravan to roll its wheels.

"Excuse me there young lad." The man says.

His word catches his ears, turning to where the voice came it was the party leader. "Is there a problem?" Akatosh reply.

The man in a soft word then says. "It's but a small request, but as for the safety of this trip and the people. As my duties and responsibilities care if I take that sit, I can pay--"

A slight smile Akatosh disrupts his words. "It's okay, I didn't pay for this seat you can have it." A warm word Akatosh replies as he descends to go inside the wagon.

Just a few steps to the man and him. "I didn't quite catch your name," The man asked.

Without turning around Akatosh just answer. "Names Akatosh."

"I see… you seem to be the type of an adventurer." the man says,

"Mm-hmm… this guy does have a keen perception," Akatosh notes to himself.

"You can say that" Akatosh reply.

"I see, well then… better get this thing going"

"Then we'll be in your care," Akatosh said as he enters the wagon so too the man ascends the front seat where he had a good overlook.

'The journey begins so too the hero Roland and his friends searching the past fragments to diminish the uprising dark forces. Will their paths cross or will is there anything more that awaits Akatosh, we will see?'