The winds had increased over the last few days. It was closing in towards winter, and the air was getting colder. The flat lands let the weather highs pass through without hindrance, allowing for especially unpleasant days in the vast plains. Today was a special day. Yugi had agreed to return to Tartarus. But before he actually showed them the castle and the surrounding city, Lyserg wanted to greet him in the borders of Fat Monsterland. The designated meeting place was the landline where the Lycan Woods start.
He was standing in front of a gigantic forest, a gigantic flatland expanding behind him. In full gear, he didn't exactly know what to expect from an impulsive youth like Yugi Sparrow. Sure, he had founded the guild he now lead, but Lyserg had a feeling that there was something undisclosed in the young man's voice. As if he wasn't sure of himself. And Lyserg didn't know if that was just a side-effect of his adolescence or if there was something more to it. Positive that he would find out however, Lyserg had a good feeling about this meeting. Perhaps he would turn out to be one of the first worthwhile members. Ever since some of his favorites had left, he felt that there were only a bunch of ragtag opportunists remaining that had no where else to go.
Fondling his blade's grip, Lyserg pulled out a piece of Taube and eyed it. Still as sharp as the day he made it. It was wonderful to see such a piece of art out of his own creation in his own hands. Perhaps that was the reason he was so put off of Tartarus recently? Of his own guild? Even though others had founded it, the current one was not able to be compared to the pile of chaos that it was around a year ago. Although... the members seemed more convicted in the turmult of ambition. Something he couldn't comprehend. Had he missed a generation? Was there something he didn't realize? Was he perhaps going about this wrong? Did he not understand part of the current world? These were fundamental questions that Lyserg felt needed to be answered. And perhaps, Yugi could bring them.
He was standing in front of a gigantic forest, a gigantic flatland expanding behind him. In full gear, he didn't exactly know what to expect from an impulsive youth like Yugi Sparrow. Sure, he had founded the guild he now lead, but Lyserg had a feeling that there was something undisclosed in the young man's voice. As if he wasn't sure of himself. And Lyserg didn't know if that was just a side-effect of his adolescence or if there was something more to it. Positive that he would find out however, Lyserg had a good feeling about this meeting. Perhaps he would turn out to be one of the first worthwhile members. Ever since some of his favorites had left, he felt that there were only a bunch of ragtag opportunists remaining that had no where else to go.
Fondling his blade's grip, Lyserg pulled out a piece of Taube and eyed it. Still as sharp as the day he made it. It was wonderful to see such a piece of art out of his own creation in his own hands. Perhaps that was the reason he was so put off of Tartarus recently? Of his own guild? Even though others had founded it, the current one was not able to be compared to the pile of chaos that it was around a year ago. Although... the members seemed more convicted in the turmult of ambition. Something he couldn't comprehend. Had he missed a generation? Was there something he didn't realize? Was he perhaps going about this wrong? Did he not understand part of the current world? These were fundamental questions that Lyserg felt needed to be answered. And perhaps, Yugi could bring them.