The wind blew in the harsh lands of beast yeast, blowing his hair to the right as his heavy footsteps filled the quiet land, the suspicious glare in his eye was shot around, and anything who'd dare catch it would flee given how threatening he posed to be on first glance.

When he stopped for a moment, he softly smelled the air, before carrying on, he was on the right track, he stopped outside what seemed to be a cathedral, covered in a dripping carimel..? It wasn't even warm...

Inside it smelled, sweet, warm and wecloming?... like a big hug.. huh, weird, but whatever, he wasn't complaining, his footsteps echoed less, his eye's softened... huh.. what was this? was he in some daydream?-

'Must stay focused... just get your son and go.'

he thought, who was his son to be exact? You, former warrior of his kingdom, who had ran away for no seen reason, and now he was here, looking for his adopted child, hoping to help him with whatever could of scared him off from his very own kingdom.

until he came across an.. empty room, lit by only candles, with nothing but a cookie in the middle kneeling, in a prayer, he had seen this behaviour before, as many of his people were religious, so it was very common to stumble upon a prayer.

He waited for the cookie to finish, before they stood up and turned around, perplexed at the sudden sight of him.. this cookie who was just praying looked.. familiar, he just couldn't place who it was though..

"Who are you...?" He asked, the sword in his hands not moving just being there, in case this cookie was hostile.