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# ignore the [it doesn't work that way] because I want it that way

# the timeline is a bit..random..the whole story too but anyways

1)

It's the third day of the festival.

Sounds of kids with their candies, merchants with their yells, and water from the fountain can be heard. Wind breezes, the sun is bright yet covered by clouds.

If it's the sun, he's sure the man in front of him radiates a similar energy.

"I think this one is also yum"

Ah, how did it end up like this?

I was walking alone on alert just a few minutes ago.

Until a man with a good looking robe approaches.

Losing his partner in halfway he said

Ramza grumbles.

Still he needs to observe, a possibility of -no way this is a coincidence- lingers in his mind.

Who is he?

"Hey, come here mister!"

In sighs of tired walking around with whoever stranger he just met today, Ramza walks closer. He himself doesn't really understand, usually he's as cold as refusing offers but this person is just too shining with bright voice and smile that he couldn't even oppose its offer

A person similar with his master

I couldn't read his expression

Was the smile genuine? or was it fake? What's the motive?

"Try this. My wife really likes this small dish." as this person shoved a small plate of meat with some kind of sauce..or seasoning. "Don't forget to sit and using right hand"

..it's not poisonous right.

Ramza's eyes glance at the seller and the person back and forth. As he decides to sit and eat them,

"How is it?"

"...yeah it's delicious." he answers while munching the meat.

"I'm glad." as the person continues to walk.

Ramza stood still, should he follow him again.

"What are you doing? Let's continue, mister!"

So he still should

And they walk round and round, Ramza knows he's being guided somewhere. He thought that, whatever this person's motive, if it's a threat then he's stronger, fear not.

They arrived in a somewhat solitary place yet still able to watch the festival afar. Bench available.

Pat pat.

"Would you like to sit?" again with that kind of tone, pale golden hair and green-yellowish eyes, this person asks.

Weird, now that I can see his face clearly, I think I've seen it somewhere

Ramza is not used to remembering people's faces aside from the needed ones, or rather, he's not remembering faces of people he kills off. He sits beside the shining guy

The atmosphere became tense, yet with the usual smile, Ashraf said "I hope for the best."

Chills

Those were encouraging words. But with the situation of Ramza affiliated as a rebellion group, it sounds more than that.

Crek