OOC: so finaly I continue with my story. This has no relation to Fort Damon.
IC

The Stock Pot Inn is closed. One room has candles on in this dark night. The shadow of a tall man can be seen in the room. This man is Denning, from the shadow, you can see him holding a large book in his hands, after a minute, he closes the book. The candle goes out. Denning is no longer visible.

The door to the inn opes slightly and Denning exits, fully cloaked, his belongings put together in a bag, and a staff on his back. He walks quietly to the town square when a faint voice is heard.

"Greetings, er." says a voice.

Denning stands still, and looks around, his mouth is open but no words come out.

"We have watched you. We have seen you. We know you for what you are, traitor. We see your heart, we see your s, cleric. But are you really a cleric? Or are you something else? You seek power, but do clerics for power? You seek revenge, yet clerics are to help. You end life, clerics value life."

Denning balls his hands into fists.

"I was a cleric once, they cast me out! I do not ! I bring justice!" Denning says in a powerful voice.

The other voice laughs.

"Murder, justice, ive seen both, cleric, and you are a er. Revenge is not justice, is, do not cast away what you do, for it is what makes you strong. Clerics fear to kill, but you are merciless. I like that. Ive not come here to fight you, or arrest you. Ive come to help you. I know what you are studying, and I know the cleric you are so much like. He formed and order. He formed us. And now Denning, I offer you a chance to join us, we agree with your ideals, and we will help you get your revenvge."

A deku comes out of the shadows holding a peice of paper. He hands the paper to Denning, and disappers in a cloud of smoke.

Denning opens the paper and reads it out loud.

"Meet us, traitor, meet us where the Goryias once claimed their home."

Denning sits down on a bench, and shoves the paper into his pack, he stays sitting, catching his breath. Which he held as the Deku was talking.

OOC: My bad, it's fixed now.

Grenada was walking inconspicuously through Rauru in the pitch-black of night, when he heard a sound, a voice... quiet, contained; he stopped. It came from the town square, and procured a vicegrip around his attention. He waited diligently, looking around to find the source as he listened. His breathing silent, all he made out was 'Meet us, traitor, meet us where the Goriyas once claimed their home.'

"Traitor... in what sense..."

He muttered to himself very quietly. Turning his attention back to the others, he recognized the voice as that of a Deku, you could always tell the accent, but he sounded like he was in charge. There was only one Deku in the square, it had to be him. Did he dare to approach and talk to these men? After a few seconds thinking, his legs soon took hold and drug his body closer, leaving him with no other option than to speak.

"Hello, can I be of assistance?"

OOC: what door? Denning is outside, as was the Deku.

OOC: It's edited now, my bad.

As the deku sees Grenada, an angry look comes upon his face.

"Come alone, traitor, come alone."

The deku then throws something at the ground and disappears.

Denning glances over to Grenada.

"Ah, hello, havnt seen you in a while. Im not sure if you could do anything, realy, now that I must come alone, but he seemed to be honest, I dont think that this is a trap. But now I must find that place, and meet him there. Where teh Goriyas once claimed their home, now what does that mean?"

Denning sits down and starts to think of where the deku wanted him to meet him.

Blank had been exiting the Stock Pot Inn, ready to venture across Hyrule. Ne had chosen to sleep during the day for once; the heat was making slightly more nauseous each passing day, so his best course of action was to travel under the cool shadow of night. Checking to see if he had forgotten any possessions (which was a waste of time, as the nomad had a tendency to travel light), he noticed Denning, and was about to greet his cleric friend. But of course, he thought better of the idea and knew that something was amiss. It was always that way with Denning. Especially at a late hour.

Blank's assumption proved correct; something strange was occurring again. He watched intently at Denning's small confrontation, lurking in the shadows like a thief and absorbing the information. If any inanimate object could be tied together with Blank's actions throughout his life, it would be a sponge. Both excel at the process of absorption. Blank had developed this as a skill of his, although it never really proved useful in all his time practising it. When Grenada appeared, Blank had second thoughts about keeping himself concealed in the shadows, but he stayed hidden anyway. When the first Deku (the one that made the entire meeting seem so odd) was gone, the nomad showed himself.

"Maybe he meant that cave near the very south end of the desert," said Blank, now fully illuminated by the moon. "It's pretty much the only real safe haven for those rats, other than the lighthouse. But I'd be willing to bet they're too afraid to go near that."

Denning looks over to Blank.

"Ah, yes, perhaps that is what he ment. Well, at any rate, I should get some rest, then get going to the desert, sure hope its there."

Denning starts to walk back twords the inn.

The night passes, and no more strangers come. It is a cool and quiet night. Denning sleeps soundly for that night, as does all Hyrule. But night can only last so long...and before you know it, the sun is shining in the morning.

Denning wakes up, and exits the inn, twords where he had a meeting a few hours ago.

"Well then, I should check the rock in the desert. Perhaps that is where the Deku is."

Denning puts his staff on his back, along with his other things, and starts heading north, twords the desert.

So, will you follow him there? Or let him be? The choice is yours.