In days that felt like ten years Cyrus couldn't focus anymore all he wanted to know is that his family was safe. Although he knew where his father was and he was happy but he still couldn't figure out where his mother and sister were. He stared out at the ocean ebbing and flowing he felt so isolated and weak. There was a dungeon here and he couldn't even muster up the courage to attempt it. He felt like moving but felt unable to do so. His sorrow and contempt for this place began to weigh down on him. It punctuated his every step as he walked from the docks to his room. He thought about leaving this place but he couldn't, not yet. there was something he needed to confirm with himself he resolved to ask his father about where he saw his mother first...if he had something to do with it. The rain falls clinging to his hair and face. The vagabond sighed within himself he slowly trudged on wishing he would find something break this case, solve this seemingly insurmountable puzzle.