Eberron glanced around, the hot sun glared at him but his large wooden hat deflected anything that would have disturbed his eyes. Unfortunately it also left him incredibly hot and bothered. Goron's, he had decided, were not meant for travelling. He was beginning to wonder if perhaps he should have listened to his fathers words and not followed in his footsteps. But these were thoughts that would only lead to sadness, and he didn't want to cry in front of all these new people. And how many people there were... Gazing around at the large crow, Eberron could barely contain a little squeak of delight at the colours and shapes that danced around him in a mad procession. Busily finding himself the best available spot, he placed his bag dramatically on the ground where it made an enormous thumping noise. Lifting carefully from the bag the sign he had prepared he held it up high in one hand while sitting down. Made from the last pieces of rare wood he had found in his fathers bag, it had the words "PLEAS SHOW ME FLOWAS. BIG HUGSS AS REWARD." The sign had failed to attract any positive attention everywhere else he had travelled so far, but this was bound to catch some attention. He had never seen so large a group of people before. Smiling happily, his other hand wondered over to the bag, now to the side of him. Reaching into it and drawing out rocks from around his home, he munched happily away and eagerly awaited his first new bestest friend to arrive.

The Day was young and good, and Aria, the little sheikahn girl, had little trouble navigating through the crowds of North Castle where, as she glanced around, she noticed a goron holding up a rather....interesting sign. "Hello there." She said, approaching the rock man. "Well, I know where to get flowers," The little sheikahn girl said, "Just promise not to hug me?"

Eberron glanced down at the little person who had appeared from the crowds. On hearing that she knew where to get flowers, he almost grabbed her in a hug immediately but stopped himself after getting up.

"You don't like hugs?"

He stopped and smiled down at her, noticing her properly for the first time. Like almost everyone else here, she didn't look anything like him. He wondered which one of the other kinds of people that his father had mentioned before was... He didn't want to ask though, that might seem rude. Suddenly realising that he had been stood there for so long without saying anything, Eberron realised that he had just been staring at her and saying nothing. Suddenly incredibly embarrassed, he reached a hand behind his head to scratch at his neck behind his wooden hat and what was visible of his face began to glow red.

"It's okay to not like hugs. I'm sorry. I wasn't staring, I just... never looked properly. It's all so big and so many people everywhere. Lots of different people. Are you a forest person? Father said he had heard rumours of little people... and and... it's hard for me to tell but... you're a girl. Right?"

Suddenly Eberron's face turned an even brighter red.

"Oh! That's a bad thing to say, huh? I'm sorry! I just... I never really... been out... before. And I've been out a while now, but I don't really know much and I... yeah..."

Incredibly embarrassed Eberron blustered on before things could get more out of hand.

"I've never seen a flower before, only heard it talked about... so... can I... see one? I don't know what to look for. And trees! I haven't seen any trees either... have you seen them? They're big... and made out of my hat."

He took off his gigantic hat and presented in front of him towards the little girl, his eyes squinting slightly at the suddenly increased sunlight and a huge child like grin spreading across his face.

"This goron.....isn't from around here, is he?" A new voice said, as a tall man, taller than the goron maybe, appeared from the town. Blue hair, red eyes like the girl, pointed ears. He rested a hand on the girls' shoulder. "Aria, you gonna show him around?" He asked, glancing at the goron. "I'm Kasei D Gobi, who, exactly, are you?" Kasei asked politely.

Aria glanced up at the smiling goron. "Yes, i'm a girl. As for flowers, they aren't too hard to come by, but i'll help you see some!"

Eberron, looked at the taller man who had just appeared and instantly noticed the similarities between the two.

"Oh... you're like her! So... you're not a little forest person... so you're maybe castle people? I don't know what a castle is though..."

Eberron looked around thoughtfully and placed his hat back on his head. Absent mindedly picking up his sign and placing it back in his bag while drawing out another rock to chew on at the same time. Looking back at the two new people he had met he decided that these were nice people.

"So you'll show me around? Wow... you must be... a child? I'm 25 now."

Eberron said this with a childish pride as he lifted the sack from the ground and onto his shoulders, his back buckling slightly as he hefted it onto his back. Gazing up at the tall man he was reminded of his fathers talking about tall, fierce people rare to see. People with pointed ears and...

"BLUE HAIR!"

Eberron shouted, his face once again breaking into a wide grin.

"You're shei... shey... Shikakas! Yes? Oh, I'm lucky to meet you! Father said that you were lucky and had long ears and..."

Eberron suddenly went quiet.

"Sorry. I'm being loud and silly. I'm just so excited and it's all so new. Could you show me flowers? I do so wish to know what they look like. I could have walked passed hundreds now and not known... everything is so beautiful here."

"Hmmm" Kasei said aloud. Quite the overenergetic one, here. "Well, he's all yours, Aria!" The tall man said, before nodding. "Yes, we're Sheikahn," He said calmly with a smile, "And it was nice to meet you, goron." He said, before ducking back into the crowd.

Aria, at the same time, grabbed her new friend by the hand, and started pulling him. "You know, we don't all have blue hair, look at me." She said, pointing at her soft gold hair. "Kasei's just weird like that. C'mon, i'll show you some flowers!" She said as she pulled the goron over to a small park in town.

When they arrived, she walked over to a small plant in the grass, a yellow color, sticking up taller than the grass and giving off a gentle aroma. "A flower."

Eberron was happily running along with the girl showing him around and could barely contain his excitement at finally getting to see a flower. It was also nice to have someone else to talk to. Much as he had loved his father, he had been very lonely as a child... Maybe he wouldn't have to pretend to talk to people any more. It looked like people wanted to talk to him. Eberron looked down at her as they reached the spot. The hair was, indeed, not blue. So much of what he thought he had learnt was incorrect. Perhaps it was the eyes that meant you were a sheikaka... no. The man had said it differently, "Sheikahn". So this nice person showing him a flower was a Sheikahn... he hadn't asked her name yet. He suddenly realised and was about to do so when she stood back up and held something in front of her. On hearing the words "A flower" Eberron froze for a second, his heart skipping a beat. It really was easy to find them. Looking carefully at the little yellow thing in her hand his eyes grew wide and his hands shook slightly as he reached out and put one finger against it, as if to see if it was real. Jumping back at it's touch, he looked again and saw that it had not vanished. It was still there.

"Flower."

It was more beautiful then he could have imagined. A bright yellow like the sun, when he got closer he could see the legendary "dew" his father had talked about. The green stalk... the only thing that was different was it was much smaller then his father had described... but that was to be expected. He was no longer a child, and father had always said that "real men see things as smaller when they grow up".

"That's... beautiful."

Tears ran down his face as he gazed at it, awe struck.

"I've seen them in the green but not... close up. Not looked. That's very very beautiful. I did not know... but now I do. Thank you."

Eberron's entire body shook with emotion and with a happy sigh, he plopped to the ground and drew out the remaining wood he had not turned into a sign. It formed a small tablet with some words sculpted into them. Looking down his list, Eberron skipped straight past "get off mountain" and "roll in 'grass' " to "Talk to people" and "see flower".

"I'm almost done now."

Eberron let out one last big sniff, and put the make-shift tick list back.

"Only a few left. Thank you. I have to ask you though, so I can thank you, what is your name? Mine is Eberron."

"Ebberon, right?" The girl said, smiling. "Well, I'm Aria, Aria Gobi. That man back there was Kasei Gobi, my grandfather, though he doesn't look it." She said warmly.

"What else do you have to do Ebberon?" Aria asked with interest. Surely, this goron was a pool of fun apparently. "I'll help with what I can."

"Well, my other things well... There's only one left really. I don't need to see trees."

Eberron pointed at his hat.

"I've seen one here. But..."

Eberron stood up straighter, his mouth set in an unusually stern and fixed look.

"I have to talk to more people. I never knew my father. I have to know who knew him, if he came here or anywhere else... and most importantly. I have to know why he died. And who or what killed him."

Eberron stared ahead his eyes glazing slightly as he recalled the terrible events that had led to this moment.

"I've got a sign made and everything! See see!"

With a sudden burst of energy, Eberron ran his hand behind his back into his bag one more time and pulled out a large sign, this time made from stone, with the words ""PLEAS HELP ME FIND WHAT KILED FATHER. BIG HUGSS AS REWARD."

"Well, I'm not altogether certain that 'big hugs' will motivate people to help you, but I will gladly assist you."

The voice was not loud or tough, and yet it was not small or quiet. Rather it seemed worn, as if it's owner was one well accustomed to the ways of the world. If one were to follow the source of the voice, one would find the owner. And he did indeed look worn, for a 'he' he was. He was tall, and wore dark clothes, from his long flowing cloak to his dark leather tunic and brown pants. He wore dark-colored boots and by his side was a quiver of arrows. He was a mysterious man, to be sure. His face was rugged, for among its features was an unkempt mess of brown hair and a stubbly beard.

"My assistance does not require hugs, I will work for the reward of avenging your father's death."

Eberron glanced at the newcomer and the smile on his face broadened for a second as he introduced himself.

"Thank you! I am Eberron sir, mr... oh you didn't say your name, sorry!"

Eberron scratched the back of his head and beamed at the generous and obviously honorable man. With a sudden shift, his eyes lost their shine and gleen and a look of concentration spread across his face. His mouth set, he decided that he should take such a generous man into his confidence.

"I will tell you what I know and what I experienced. I have spent some time travelling since the incident and now... Well, now I feel more prepared to face that time."

With a look that did not suit the usually cheerful and vibrant face, Eberron gazed slightly to the left of the mysterious man who offered him help. His eyes glazed over as if with a milky film and a generally dazed look covered his face as he related his tale.

"My father always looked after me. Since before I am able to remember, I had only ever known one home, one world. That was the house that he had built for us up high in the mountains. I never left that area. It was like a protective world in of itself, the land below out of sight and only the noises of local creatures and the wind blowing to drown out my thoughts. When father was there, this was all I could have ever wanted. I was not wanting at such times, we would play and talk and he would tell me marvelous tales of the wonderful land below. The world, the great beyond. I would sit and listen to him weave his tales and my imagination would fill the gaps. If that home was my world, then my father was what kept it together... he... stuck everything to each other. Without him, I would drift apart and have nothing to do, no reason no... anything. When he went on his travels I would be desperate to go with him, but he never let me. He wanted me safe, protected from the wonderful but dangerous world outside."

Eberron lowered his head and the glaze seemed to fade slightly as he looked more directly at the man listening to him. Though the look on his face was still serious, he suddenly slipped back into his more childish nature, showing a stark contrast to his previous narrative.

"Sometimes being too nice can be bad. Even if you are not a bad person. Do you know? Father was a good person I trusted and a nice one. He protected me... and now I have no one to protect me but myself. And that's good. I like protecting myself, I get to pick my own rocks."

At this Eberron reached into his bag and took a bite out of one of the small boulders contained within, creating a large crunching noise. As if suddenly being literally punched in the stomach, Eberron convulsed as an obviously painful memory entered his head. His eyes began to glaze over once again, and he continued...

"One year, father didn't come back. So I waited and entertained myself in my normal way with stone carving. Another year passed and still he did not return. A total of 8 years went by. I was 25, the age I am now, when I heard father walking up the path towards the house. I ran out to him... and..."

The emotional stress caused a sort of break down in Eberron. Looking suddenly much the worse for ware he sat down on the floor quietly.

"Father."

Eberron stared at the rock in his hand and put the rest of it in his mouth, seemingly swallowing it whole.

"But I can't stay sad."

Again, Eberron's mood shifted suddenly. Cheerful and full of energy he pulled himself back up and beamed at the stranger.

"Because father wouldn't want me to. He'd want me to live on. And I'll find out what happened to him. He was covered in... in red and cuts. Not animal cuts. They were sharp, like the tears he sometimes showed me from when he ran into thorny bushes. Only these were much larger thorns. And much sharper."

Eberron then took his bag off and put it on the floor in front of him, to show the man in front of him.

"This was his bag. If you look, it is undamaged. Completely. But father had scratches all over his back when I tried to lift him and take him to the house. It was also empty of all the shiny green rocks that he normally brought back home to show me."

Finishing, Eberron lifted the bag back up onto his back and turned to him.

"I think my father was killed, and I know the places by name that he used to visit and trade and have adventures in. But I do not know the ways around very well... I travel at random. Which is fun! But not good for finding things. Also, I need to find people who might have met him and... people who would know if someone... would have a reason to... hurt..."

Unable to finish, Eberron simply nodded and stared at the man, waiting for his response.

The man listened intently throughout the Goron's story; for one so cheerful, he had quite a traumatic past. When Eberron was through, he took a moment thinking before replying,

"I'm sorry for you; I will do everything in my power to help you. I am also sorry that I neglected to introduce myself; I am Leth, north hyrule's greatest archer. If you could tell me a few places you know your father has been, perhaps I could take you there and we could begin our search."

And he patiently awaited the Goron's reply.