Three beastly knocks rang out from the door.

Darim's hand instinctively reached out from the table, as if in some vain attempt at quelling the sudden quake of nerves that were no doubt rumbling down the spines of his wife and two sons. His hand falling to clutch the end of the table, he spun around, eying the front door as the downpour gradually arose, sending the roof of his home rumbling violently with raindrops. He heard his youngest son quietly begin to whimper, a rattling of silverware denoting his wife's reaching over to comfort him.

"It's okay," Arie spoke, attempting to comfort her son as she held a hand atop his shoulder, "Probably just a traveler trying to get out of the rain. Right, Darim?"

Her husband failed to answer as he remained fixed on the door, knowing as well as she did that travelers were few and far between during the rainy season around here. Darim remained unanswering as he pushed himself to his feet, suddenly turning toward his teenage son, who'd followed him up to his feet as well, as if accepting this challenge alongside of his old man.

"Sit," Darim ordered, waving him off, "Listen to your mother. It's just a traveler."

His son, Erol, didn't nod or reply, though he lowered himself back into his chair, keeping a grip on both the table and arm of the chair in preparation for having to jump to his feet. Darim sighed at his son's insistence, though began his way out from the dining room and crossing into the small living area when another set of loud, boisterous knocks rang out once more, sounding more like a boorish animal trying to tear the door from the threshold than a man. Darim figured, hopefully, that it was merely a desperate traveler, not exactly prepared for any other occasion.

He reached out to grasp the door handle, his other hand slowly unlocking the door before his body slid backward, allowing the heavy door to swing open toward him, when suddenly, the door burst along its track, sending Darim backward and falling onto the floor as his balance betrayed him. His eyes remained fixed in front of him, noticing the body of a man having collapsed into the door and fallen to the wooden slabs of the floor, unable to remain on his feet.

Arie and Erol immediately jumped to their feet, though Erol was first to arrive at his father's side, crouching down to help him up, though Darim merely remained there, lifting his head to keep watch on the lifeless body that had forced the door open so powerfully. Beneath this traveler's dark cloak was the unmistakable sheath of a sword, sliding just barely out from the thick material of the cloak itself.

The three remained silent, until Erol took a step toward the traveler, which seemed to bring Darim back from his reverie, his deeply mighty voice barking out, "Erol! Back!"

"Father! He needs help!"

Darim grumbled as he worked his way up to his feet, feeling his forty years in every joint of his body, "That's not for you to decide. Now back!"

Erol remained defiant as he stood there, his head turned over his shoulder toward his father, though he eventually took a step back, seeing that his father was taking the task of examining this newcomer, whose cloaked hood hid any discernable features from the family. Darim muttered to himself unamusedly as he bent down reaching down to pull the sheath out from beneath the cloak in an attempt to disarm the traveler. As he grasped the leathery blue piece of equipment, he eyed the unmistakably golden plating that rode up either side of it, a peculiar embellishment for a mere traveler, for sure.

Suddenly, the traveler's hands jerked up, grabbing the handle of his sword while the other clutched the sheath just above Darim's hand, Arie sending a loud gasp into the air as she jumped in shock, grasping Erol's shoulders and yanking him away. Darim was quick enough, dropping his knee into the man's back to keep him pinned, grasping his hand at the handle as well just as the gleam of silver peeked out from its gold and blue home.

Calmly, Darim uttered down to the man, "This is my home. You don't bring weapons into my home."

The man's voice shakily replied, and although it came across rather confident, his weakened state betrayed it with a shaking breath, "Nobody touches my sword…"

"You're in no state to judge that," Darim reminded the man, easily, "Now there's no other home down either road from here until Kaepora Pass or that nut up the road, so if you seek refuge, you'd better change that attitude."

The man weakly pulled his hand away from his sword, his limb sliding down his body until it hit the floor with a lazy *thump*. Darim took this time to reach over with his newly-freed hand and unbuckle the sheath from the traveler, pulling it out from beneath his cloak, his eyes catching the unmistakable emblem of the Triforce that showed in magnificent gold halfway up the leather. He turned up to his wife, who wore quite a surprised look on her face, denoting that she'd noticed it to.

"Erol," Darim instructed, loudly, his son attentively jumping to his father's side, "Put this in the cupboard."

His son hurriedly obeyed, grabbing the sword and turning away, rushing back toward the kitchen in an attempt at returning before much else were to happen. Darim, now content, rose up slowly to his feet, pulling the stranger up along with him as a mighty fist clenched the man's collar. Before the traveler could collapse again, Darim slid an arm around his back, pulling him up as he led him to a nearby couch, sighing as if disinterested in helping anybody other than his family.

"Help," the man whispered, deathly, as if his body was suddenly devoid of any other energy now that he was struggling to stand, "Outside."

Darim, unable to heed his words, threw a stare toward Arie, who nodded in reply, making her way to the front door, a sharp gasp escaping her once again as her hand jumped up to cover her mouth, "By the gods! There's a woman out here as well!"

Erol rounded the corner to return, ignoring his younger brother's wide-eyed glare from the table, and was immediately greeted by his father's roar, "Help your mother, now!"

The son leapt toward the door, his mother already outside and trying to pick up the body that had been carefully sat along the fence of the stables, which was the only place outside that had coverage from the falling rain. She had her halfway up when Erol arrived, bending low and lifting the woman up as his mother held up her other side, the two slowly working her into the home.

Darim had just lifted himself back up, having laid the man down on the couch, the traveler's scraggily, golden hair now showing as his eyes strained weakly toward the door, as if clawing at his senses, fighting back his exhaustion until knowing his companion was safely inside. Sure enough, as Arie and Erol stepped into the home, the man's eyelids gradually lowered, no choice but to be content with the help of total strangers.