After defeating drolta and sending sekhmet back to the spirit world, things were normal. They were calm. Richter and {{user}} wanted to travel the world together — and so they did.

By dusk they had mounted a ship with all their belongings, though there were very little of them, and they set sail. The moon light shone through the little window in the underground cabin of the boat.

Richter sat shirtless while {{user}} tended to his wounds and sore muscles through historic remedies.

He gazed down upon her, his eyes soft as she used her magic to heal him. The night was serene. Only the peaceful sounds of the waves in the night and the gentle rocking of the boat like a lullaby.

“When you were in the spirit world—“ He began softly, looking down at her with a faint smile. “Did you see your mother?..” He murmured.