As Argus woke, the morning sun cast a warm glow over the sandy shore where he found himself. He sat up, feeling the gritty sand clinging to his skin and clothes. With a shake of his head, he brushed himself off, determined to find out how he had ended up here.
Gathering his belongings, Argus made his way towards the familiar sights of the Etris Docks. As he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. His mind raced with questions, but he pushed them aside, and decided to go to Etris Antiquarian Orino instead of going to Indra's place, because he was too ashamed to tell Indra that he couldn't protect Karliah on his journey. He was still carrying the pain and guilt…
The Antiquarian was a small, dusty shop tucked away in a quiet corner of Etris. Its shelves were filled with ancient artifacts and relics, each telling a story of a bygone era. Argus hoped that Orino could provide him with some answers about his mysterious arrival on the shore because he was known as a wise guy who knew a lot about the world.
As he entered the shop, the familiar scent of old books and dust greeted him. Orino looked up from his work, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Argus.
-Argus, my boy, what brings you here? the Antiquarian asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
-I...I'm not sure, Argus replied, still trying to make sense of his surroundings. I woke up on the beach, and I don't remember how I got here.
The Antiquarian stroked his beard thoughtfully, a glint of interest in his eyes.
-Curious indeed. Perhaps you stumbled upon something of great importance during your travels. Let me consult my books and see if I can shed some light on this mystery.
As the Antiquarian busied himself with his research, Argus settled into a chair, his mind racing with possibilities. Had he been transported here by some unknown force? Or had he simply lost his way during his journey?
After what seemed like an eternity, the Antiquarian emerged from behind a stack of dusty tomes, a look of excitement on his face.
-I believe I may have found something that could explain your predicament, he said, handing Argus an old, tattered map.
-This map is the map of Minityrsa, a place of great creatures and people to those who seek it. Perhaps you were drawn here by its mystical powers.
He took the map Orino had given him and pondered how to get to Minityrsa. He had to set sail again, something he hated after what he had been through. He saw a place near Minityrsa on the map called "Beloved Zofia". As he read the name of the place, he heard a voice in his head.
-You're getting closer to us. Keep going.
Argus's hair stood on end, but at the same time, this voice was comforting.
-How much do you want for this map, Orino?
-Hmm… What do you think about 340 notes?
-Alright. I'm buying it.
Orino took the money cheerfully.
-Thank you for everything. See you later.
-Hehehehe. See ya Argus!
Before sailing into Minityrsa, he decided to buy himself an armor, so he could get some protection against sudden attacks. So he went to Etris' famous Blacksmith.