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[Rosar Ashande]

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Rosar's staff felt heavy in his hand, and his pack hung like a sack of lead blocks from his shoulders. No matter how many leagues he would travel with it, he would never become accustomed to its weight, and this suited him fine. After all, what he truly wanted was to, one day, be able to set it aside, once and for all. He stole one last glance at the theater, committing to memory the home he may not see again. He left early in the morning, before the gypsy trackers had set off to begin their own search. From Ashencrosse he would leave for Luna, and then to Umbra, before traveling to Britannia: Britain, Yew, Trinsic, Skara Brae, and so on, and over again—a hundred times, or a thousand, if necessary. He would search every shrine, every dungeon, every hole in the dirt, follow every rumor. If he needed to, he would make Eclyse famous the world over.

This would not be the first such journey he would undertake. No—he'd walked this path several times before, and he had always known all too well he would do so again. Why now, though, and why her? What compelled him to seek her? Was it friendship? Love? Or merely his desire to see to it that nothing else threatened to destabilize his new life? A question that he may never be able to answer, but for now, it was not important or relevant. What did matter was his vow—to himself and to Ashencrosse—to find Eclyse, alive or dead, and he would not return until that vow was fulfilled. To find her, he knew what had to be done: kill his hopes and his fears, smother all thoughts of the future with the weight of his promise. Hope and fear were both weaknesses when embarking on such an undertaking. Hope fades on a long quest, and hopelessness and fear alike paralyze all action. To succeed, there must be only his vow, and this would be his mantra: success is the one and only end.

Luna soon came into sight. Already his back ached, but he had learned long ago to suppress his response to physical pain, and he set about his task without pause. He inquired with every shopkeeper. They had seen no one matching her description. He left his name with each of them, along with a sum of gold, with instructions to bring any information they had to Aurelia at Ashencrosse. She would ensure both Rosar and the trackers received it. He spent the rest of the day in Umbra, with similar results. Tomorrow, Britain and her surrounding lands. On he would continue, for however long it required. Success was the one and only end.
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a.k.a., Killian Ond, Oliver Dunham, Iorwerth (ap Gruffydd), Husam (ibn) Sadid, Ortinlem