Furanda was different than the last time, Ram had stepped foot in it... it had to have been years at this point, right? How long has it been?I think we all understand the 質 that Red is in the middle. He's a busy little college student. Actually, now that I say that, I'm not sure I believe him. I mean, Red... in college... It's more than a little crazy.
He didn't recognize any of the townsfolk, nor the men rebuilding the city that he had left in shambles. He did remember where his house had been, where the market had been, and where DV's inn had been. Though, none of those things seemed to be there anymore.
There was one house. A large manor. Ram remembered knocking on that door years ago and asking to join the village as a... hunter? Odd, he didn't remember doing a lot of hunting... He built his own house and it was little more than a shack, but it was his.
It looked to the spot where his house once sat. The tree that stood outside his window was still casting shade, but now on the ground, not his roof. Ram could remember climbing up the tree and sneaking through his... no, that wasn't him. Who was sneaking into his house? His memories were still off kilter.
Ram looked to the tree, and then around at the rest of the village. He was a stranger in tattered garb, so at this point he had drawn the gazes of a number of townspeople, though Ram cared little. "If they want to watch. Let them watch." Ram had a house to build. Rebuild.