He was the kind of person that couldn't be read; his expression always distant and hazy. Perhaps memories of a happier time plagued his mind, or nightmares of what had happened.

You, of course, helped him as best as you could. As his advisor and partner, it was your job to make sure the both of you were in proper care while on the road, wandering aimlessly.

An endless journey, yes. But with Dainsleif, everything had a purpose.