August 27th In The Year 157 Of Our Lord Midday, The Village of Rosar, The Fletcher's shop. "Kari? Karrrri.... Kari!" the village Fletcher yelled at the top of his lungs after looking around the shop for his assistant. He never could keep track of the girl, and for all he knew she might either be asleep, or out wandering the forests. She hardly ever stuck around the shop these days, and he couldn't blame her... demand for bows, and arrows had fallen with the newly established peace between the Rosalian Empire, and the Duvar Templar Order. The lass had also spent the majority of her life assisting the older man as he had no child of his own, and having adopted her of sorts... taken to her as a father figure. Though with all his teachings of the outside world, the girl still seemed stricken with wanderlust, and it was becoming more, and more apparent each day. He knew soon that she'd be leaving to begin her own life, and it worried him. Opening the door to her room, Bastion peeked in, and saw her bed neatly made, with no sign of recent use. Sighing in frustration, he closed the door, and then went to the small stable adjacent to the shop. The quiet of the stable was an instant giveaway, and he was absolutely certain as he rounded the corner to her horse's stall. The white mare was gone. "That girl... out riding again when there's still work to be done... though it's little, and far between." Bastion huffed, and shook his head as he went back inside.