Evelyn spotted Edwin sitting by the side of a river, his sword on his side, his gaze fixed on the ever moving river. He didn't look up on hearing the hoofbeats of Wind. To Evelyn it seemed as if he already knew it was her.

All her doubts were cleared when Edwin said, "Evelyn, what are you doing here?" His voice was dreamy, as if he was lost in a place far away. She got down from Wind who seemed more relieved than before, apparent from the fact he hasn't neighed once since coming here. He started nibbling at the grass around. But Evelyn failed to notice all this as relief and mild anger flooded her mind.

Evelyn got down to punch Edwin hard in the arm. "Fool of a man you are. What did you wish to accomplish rushing recklessly in a raid Mister retarded Saviour? And you ask me why I am here."

Edwin did not respond to her teary voice. He was lost in contemplation," So that's what they call me? Saviour?"

Evelyn saw his clothes were bloodied but there was no tear. So probably it wasn't his blood. He was mostly unhurt.

Edwin picked his sword and slowly submerged it in the ever flowing river water. The sword was almost completely drenched in red, the colour started melting as the water was forgiving. "I killed them all Evelyn. The Guild, the men even the head. I burned it all down." Somehow he didn't sound too cheerful about the fact.

Wasn't that a good thing?

Evelyn didn't hold the thought long in her head as was her habit. " You killed rapists and murderers. You saved the townspeople from further harm."

She recalled how the old man had spoken the same words 'rapists and murderers'. The thought filled her with repulsion towards the old man.

"By murdering other people," Edwin scoffed.

Evelyn tried to retort, but then thought better of it.

Edwin finally extracted the now clean blade from the river water and sheathed it," I wonder Evelyn, it has started, hasn't it?"

Her eyes widened.

She blurted her first thought, "How did you know?"

Edwin looked up from the water to see the opposite shore, "There is nothing to know. It is endless. It goes on and on. Victims who face such fall for such. It's not the dead raiders but the townsfolk who are the lost ones now. I am too a lost one."

Evelyn tried to grasp what Edwin was saying.

He continued, "Master was right. I am not ready yet."

If it was a better time Evelyn would have enquired more about this Master. Instead she placed her hand on his shoulder with tenderness only women can produce, "It is not your fault Edwin. You freed them. The rest depends on them not you."

A tear rolled down from his eye," The woods will forever be silent now; the smoke is the proof of that. I was consumed too."

Evelyn did not feel the night air.

Edwin continued, "There is this tale that I heard a long time ago. Why does it come to me now, Evelyn?

"It was about a man who was in search of a good home. He was prepared to work hard for it. One day he found a good spot on a river bank, fertile and such. He soon toiled and made a sufficiently large farm and a cozy house there. Others remarked at his wit and luck on finding such a great spot. People started settling around the fertile land. Soon the bank of the river had grown into a small community, a settlement you might say..."

"Is this tale about Wheatbridge?" Interrupted Evelyn.

"It is a folklore I caught somewhere on my travels. So, this man used to see the opposite bank every day. It was a higher spot and the man concluded that it had a lesser chance of flood if the rains ever grew angry. His fears were met one day as a minor flood racked the settlement. There were minor losses here and there but the man decided to move to the opposite bank. So he did.

"He realised the land wasn't as fertile as it was on the other side. Just like before, many people complimented his choice of land and a settlement was built on the other side too. The man looked at his old house everyday from the other side. Unsatisfied with the decreased yield he rowed back to his previous home after a year.

"The same dilemma racked him year after year. He rowed from one house to another as each year ended. It was partly a solution to escape his dilemma and partly a way to sustain it. He did not wish to risk everything he now had to find a better spot nor did he expect to find better neighbours. Most people seemed happy with their own choice of side and ignored the shortcomings. But not he.

"It is said he died when he turned hundred and one, while rowing his boat.

Evelyn added after a pause, "What are you trying to say?"

"The last question the man asked was, 'Was either side worth it?' "

What Edwin was saying was beyond Evelyn. She looked up at the stars on that cloudless night. The moon was in full view.

After a few long minutes of silence she got up and sat on Wind, "Come now Edwin, we have yet to get Nameless"