The bustling capital of Crocus was a sight to behold, with one of the largest population in Fiore, it was a glorious sight to see. There were a lot of people walking around, peacefully enjoying their days as it went by. Ikaros had just arrived around the area a while ago.
"The sword should've landed somewhere around here. The trajectory is correct."
He said to himself. That sword was an extension of his person, and to lose it was to lose a part of his not so existent personality. It was the first weapon he had ever gotten/ It was a great, magical sword that had been his companion for a long time. Ikaros himself was reflecting on the fact that he had lost his sword, recalling the time where he had faced the beast. Although his strike was a correct one, the counterattack that led up to his sword flying was one that he wanted to jump back in time to avoid.
Either way, it was around the area. Today was his day off, but he knew that if he found the sword again, he would be able to return to his missions. He had no idea what else to do on his days off, and so he had decided to try and find the sword. If it didn't work out, he would most likely ask around.
After a few long hours of searching around, he found nothing. It was afternoon by then, and he decided that he needed rest. His stomach was empty, thus his mind did not work as efficiently as he desired. So he headed towards Crocus, and went inside. While there, he would ask the towns guards before he ate a meal. When he entered in, he looked around for somebody who looked like they worked for the city, preferably one of the town guards, or a rune knight. Surely they would have a report about a magic sword without an owner.