*Scenes show the bustling village of Sierra filled with foreign merchants, and their variety of goods placed in a cart. In the main street, Edaine, Rust, and Clay are walking through the bustling crowds, searching for their recipient.*

Clay: *stares at what Rust is holding* Hey, hey, Rust, what’s inside anyway? Can Clay see? Huh?

Rust: *blushes and laughs* <How cute!> Uh… oh… um… su—

Edaine: *grabs the bag from Rust* Lemme handle this. *walks faster* Hurry up. I wanna go home… <And, beat that old bastard dead because of this.>

Rust: *question mark* Someone seems to be in a bad mood. *smiles and places both of his hands behind his head*

Edaine: I don’t remember you having the right to judge that.

Rust: It’s written all over your face.

Edaine: I didn’t remember my face being filled with letters. *sarcasm*

Rust: You’re hopeless.

Edaine: You’re just disgustingly lovesick.

Clay: *interrupts* Rust! Rust! Look! It’s a milkfish! *holds up a large wriggling fish with sharp teeth* Can Rust and Clay eat it for dinner?

Rust: *sweatdrops* No, Clay. That’s a flying piranha. You use those for catching creek crickets.

Clay: Oh. *stares at the flying piranha* Really?

Rust: *laughs* Come on. Let’s go. *pats Clay’s head*

Clay: Okay. *hops away and throws it*

Hito-kun: *in the background* MY HEAD!!!! IT BIIIIIIITES!!! *screams and panics*

Rust: *glances* <Let’s just pretend that didn’t just happen. *sweatdrops*>

Edaine: *stops* Finally.

*Scene shifts to the dojo. The place appears deserted because all the students have left for their afternoon jobs. The silence flows along the pillars and walls until several knocks from the front door are heard.*

Ike: <Finally…> *opens the door and sees a child wearing a white intricately-designed hooded robe*

Child: I’m surprised you’re still relaxed.

Ike: *smiles mischievously* Maybe you’re just assuming that.

Child: Am I? *comes in*

Ike: *closes the door and laughs* I’ve been expecting you.

Child: *looks at Ike in the eye* We have matters to speak of.

*Scene shows a large dome-like structure made of adobe. The entrance is closed by a thick curtain and the windows are sculpted into small numerous squares.*

Edaine: An oddball.

Rust: What should we do now?

Edaine: What do you think? *goes inside*

Rust: *freaks out* WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! Aren’t you aware that that is private property?!

Edaine: Well, what are you expecting me to do? Leave the package and skitter off?

Clay: *cheer* That’s a good idea!

Edaine: *glares*

Clay: *hides behind Rust and stutters* N-never mi-ind. *tear*

*As they entered, they surveyed their surroundings. The walls were covered with soot and the floor was full of dirt. There was a wooden staircase beside the front desk where a sleeping young lad was snored quite loudly.*

Clay: *goes near the young man and pokes him* Is he dead?

Rust: *whispers* Clay! Don’t do that! We might get in trouble! <Actually, we already are in trouble!>

Edaine: Upstairs. *points*

Rust: Wait! It’s like we’re trespassing! Why don’t we ask permission first?

Edaine: I don’t mind leaving you here. For all we know, someone might just rape a good-looking guy like you anytime in an uninhabited place like this, but, as I said, I don’t really mind leaving you here. *tries to smile innocently*

Rust: *gloom* <That’s not a very good smile or option.>

Clay: Wow! *excited* This is so cool! It’s like a sneak-in burglars always do! *follows Edaine*

Rust: *hesitantly goes along* We ARE basically burglars, and ARE basically sneaking-in exactly LIKE burglars.

Edaine: Stop yapping like a donkey and just move.

Clay: Clay doesn’t like the word “donkey.”

Rust: *hopeful* <Aww… she does care for me!>

Clay: Clay likes “ass” better! *doesn’t mean any malicious intent*

Rust: *tear* <So… she doesn’t care for me.>

Edaine: I’m proud of you, Clay. *pats head* I’ve taught you well.

Rust: *angry* What do you mean you “taught her well?!” Have you no shame, Edaine?!

Edaine: Shut up, Rust. You’re killing my ears. *opens and reveals a blinding light*