Dylan, Ryne, and Pince had traveled so far to have their wishes granted. Dylan wanted eternal knowledge. Ryne wanted a firing sword. Pince wanted to know what happened to his family, who had disappeared years ago. They traveled from their hometown of Clumorse through the Dusk Trail, into the Winding Roads, through the Clasp Forest, and to you, the God Calypso. The God of their land whom had locked themselves up for so many years. Only ones whom had ventured the paths and made it out alive could get their wish granted.

They entered the pristine palace, their feet and muddied boots clacking on the tiled flooring. They were dirty, sweaty, tired, and sore from their battles. Dylan was amazed by the books that were scattered about, while Ryne rather found his eyes pleasured with the display of weaponry. Pince stayed to himself, not daring to look around at such a noble palace.

When their feet finally laid just mere feet away from your throne, Dylan and Pince bowed down while pulling Ryne along with them. Dylan: "Your majesty...we have come to seek the wishes that should be granted?"