Zari had been in Fiore for little over a year after the destruction of his home, clan, and artifact. To him that was a tragedy that will forever scare his mind and heart. Knowing he was the sole tool for the end result. He did not blame the dark guild, his dead wife, or the angelic being them-self. No. It rested on his shoulders. And for that he had been traveling the country for an assortment of reasons. To train his mind and body for the trials to come. Gather information on the scattered Altar pieces. And to rally any allies he could. Allies. The word alone offered little comfort to the man but it was comfort still. Comfort that was greatly needed on a cold dusk such as the one he walked in. The twilight waned into his eyes as he walked through the street and up to the guild house of Eclipse Soul. It's frame carefully being tended to after what was said to be an explosion of some sort.

Zari was a sheepish member of the guild. Only by luck was he discovered and taken in by the collection of mages. His membership had not even been a month old when he went off on a mission to assist a sick village. Now one week later he returns with exhaustion heavy in his eyes and worry keeping his head down. Before he left for his mission, other members of Soul kept a inquisitive eye on Zari. He wasn't a veteran of the guild and thanks to the events which had recently taken place, that membership was at risk. The details are fuzzy, hell he didn't even know what was going on. But he had nowhere else to go. And no friends. Period. Not even in the guild. 

He climbed up to the entrance of the guild and peered inside. It was silent like a church which had been abandoned. Not even mice nor visitor would mutter a peep. With two cases strapped to his weak back and a bag of doctor supplies in his passive hand, Zari crept into the foray of Eclipse Soul. He took in a deep breath before strolling through and taking a quick seat at a table. With haste the man undid the binds keeping his supplies strapped to his body. A loud thud echoed when the cases hit the ground. "Oh crap." The cursed individual cried before turning around and looking at a mixture of liquids ooze onto the floor. "This truly is an exhausting day. For mind and soul." 

Zari lifted his belonging up and placed it on the table to stop the mess from growing. Upon opening the case, he removed what seemed to be a folder and a journal. Within the folder, a map was retrieved and spread open the table. On it, several blue markings dotted the landscape. Each one a potential location for Zari's Alter pieces. "I just need a little more time. Dear Gods. Just give me some way or someone..." 

Tag: Vierra