The snow of Narshe was steady, gentle snowflakes falling upon the humble little town. The snow on the hills north of town was piled high, undisturbed from any visitors or even roaming monsters. The sky was cloudy, more clouds filled with snow lining overhead to patter Narshe with more of its seemingly year-round snowfall. In this area, atop a cliff that overlooked the distant valleys to the north was a lone figure. They stood alone, eyes fixated on the horizon, the morning sun causing some of their blonde hair to glint in the light.

Locke didn't move and didn't waver. His eyes remained fixated forward. Everything was fine now, and towns were rebuilding after the Calamity. However, he still lacked purpose. A lack of purpose did not eat at Locke, but it also made him wonder what the future held for him. His mind wandered to what his friends were doing themselves. Terra, Celes, Edgar... they all had a future in mind, but Locke was still figuring that out. His acute senses from various battles and from being a thief knocked him out of daydreaming when he heard the crunching of footsteps in the snow from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, flashing a quick smile before turning back forward again. "Hey. Don't mind me. Just admiring the view. I'll move if I'm in your way."