[Richard is on a hill overlooking a vast, colourful flower field just outside of the main town. He stands here alone, holding a single flower in his hand.]

Of course you would not show... of course you would not seek me out...

[His fist clenches, crushing the flower and letting its remains drop to the ground.]

[Richard is walking through the town square, having just arrived on Nam Cobanda. He seems bemused as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings and keeps watch for any signs of life. As he reaches the fountain that acts as the centrepiece to the square, he suddenly collapses to one knee. He steadies himself on the fountain, his hand gripping his chest ( Read more... )