Shabuto's eyes widened at the mention of how long he had been here. A whole decade? Shabuto had been here a few weeks and already found himself tired of being here. Haylin however had spent so much of his life here already wrapped in the coils of Rudrals intense ecosystem and ways. Shabuto's gaze drifted back to the box he was holding. He placed his hands near the locks that were fastened tight."If I could just warp off this island and back to the Jaida Coast I would. I've been trying to get back home since The Fall... I definitely didn't wager being marooned on an outpost of despair for 10, 11 years now? I guess it's been that long..."
He was, now however found himself contemplating offering Haylin a possible way to make his wish come true. A wish they both shared. It was a complete gamble but if true could change the course of their lives once more." A few weeks ago I was sent to this place alongside a small armada of mercenaries. Commissioned with the task of learning what made the leaders of this place tick." Shabuto looked around him briefly. Now one was within distance of them so he felt safe to speak lowering his tone a bit just in case."We... clashed with the storm I was the only one of my fleet to survive. Only thanks to Mara and Zane two other mercs who happened to come to before I had. They saved my life and we began navigating this place as a party." Shabuto gripped the box in frustration a bit."But after we met the village apothecary Beneva they were kidnapped by SEED..." The meter mentioning of SEED in most places struck fear in the hearts of the natives."Were you waiting on somebody?"
He made sure to say it as quietly as he could despite the irritation in his voice."So Haylin... If I told you there was possibly a way off this floating piece of hell would that lining be silver enough for you?" He said placing the box back into his cloak." Help me save my friends and when we do let's all leave this place. I know it sounds like wishful thinking and I don't even know all the pieces that are currently moving but when I think about sitting here and doing nothing my blood boils. Nothing is absolute... even despair." Beneva's parting words to him. Would he spend another 10 years barking at the moon about his ill-gotten fate? Or would he risk it all on the chance that he could wield his own destiny once again?