Cyrus sat in the tent he had made. He looked in awe of the dungeon that he wasn't allowed into. He had searched desperately for someone to go with him but alas, everyone was in fear of the things that lay inside. He wandered around the desert in a sorrowful haze half hoping that he would be able to exercise his adventurous spirit. After a few days, he would find himself at his local tavern drowning his sorrows again. he thought about that dungeon and where his mother could be as well as gathering the rest of his family together for an adventure he thought about leaving again going to Magnostadt and getting his brother before going to Balbadd again and getting his father. The three of them would be able to find his sister and then enter a dungeon and find his mother and then he would be happy for now though, he would just drink and enjoy himself maybe he would meet someone new that he could be friends with. He would just have to see.
