I saw Ryker returning to the forest where the younger me resided, but it was empty when I went inside the house.
"Ave!" He called my name but to no avail; no one answered him.
Ryker staches every room but finds nothing.
Ryker's memory changed, and I found him inside my father's castle. He was wearing a hooded cloak and disguised himself as a merchant.
"Hey Ryker, what do you have for today? I heard you got some nice meat and some tasty alcohol," a warrior told him.
"I do, my friend, but I need to deliver the first two barrels of special alcohol to the king," he said.
"Alright. Bring some for my lads and me too. We're off duty today."
Ryker put his hood on despite wearing a mask to cover his face and walked onto the road, pulling his cart to the castle's main entrance.
"Just in time, Ryker," Onyx said when he saw Ryjer arrive at the castle's door. "Shall I taste it first?"
