<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Harold Dean<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Order of the Luminous Tears<br/><strong>With:</strong>Open<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Luminous Tears Theme</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suyCi-xdjNo<br/><br/>Yes I know it's the Chaos Temple from FF1 and therefore technically a "Dark" theme, but damnit, that piano fits an order of Paladins and White Mages!</div></div><br/>Castle Gilde. The finest building in all of Florentia, and the seat of plenty of heartache. Especially for Dean. His mind was clouded with worry-the Queen's obsessive search, the Princess's sudden disappearance...the entire world seemed different, and he didn't like it.<br/><br/>He rested his arms on the balcony as he heard the loud *clank* of someone wearing heavy armor approaching him. "Something troubles you, Dean?" The familiar voice of Master Jonathan Funke. "Many things trouble me." He replied. The Master came up to stand and lean on the balcony next to him. "I agree." The Master turned his head to face Dean. "I know of your doubts, but murmurs among the Masters say that Darkness is rising."<br/><br/>It was true that Dean was not as much a follower of the Sacriscript as others were, but these odd days made him doubt his doubts. "The Masters are right to say that." He said, his eyes fixed upon the castle. Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "It must truly be the days of Darkness's return to hear such words from you." Dean laughed for but a moment. His thoughts still troubled him.<br/><br/>Jonathan could sense it, and he put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Your training with us started late in your life, and you are still considered a Squire in the eyes of the Order...but you wish to go, don't you?" Dean made no motion, knowing the idea of leaving without finishing his training could get him kicked out of the Order. "Dean...go." He pulled away from the Master's hand, shocked that he would say such things. "Young warrior...you will not be satisfied until you seek the truth on your own. Here." The old Master pulled an old cloak from his pack. "Hide yourself beneath this and slip out in the night. Find the answers, find the truth." Dean took the cloak and put it on, slipping it over the chainmail and tabbard that marked him as a warrior of the Luminous Tears.<br/><br/>"May the Goddess bless you." Master Jonathan said, the formal method that a member of the Tears ended a conversation. Dean looked up from beneath the hood of the cloak with a mix of emotions in his eyes-sorrow for leaving, joy that a Master trusted him to go off on his own, and determination to find the missing Princess. "May She bless you as well." Dean replied, with complete sincerity-he spoke those words not because he had to, but because he wished Jonathan luck.<br/><br/>Later that day, when Dean would be called by the Masters for his lessons, he would be nowhere near the Temple. In the streets below, a cloaked figure made his way to the Tonberry Tavern, seeking what little scraps of information he could find...