Cyrus had been sound asleep the whistling sound going totally unnoticed by the young Hylian while he slumbered. Of course he wouldn't be asleep much longer as the roof exploded inward followed by a loud crash. Letting out a scream the young boy would jump out of bed and fall face first onto the floor of his room. Quickly sitting up his heart was racing and he had even as his eyes darted around looking for the creature that had just burst into his home, but all that could be seen was a large anvil with a bow wrapped around it. Cyrus could do nothing more than blink and stare at the anvil as a wave of relief washed over him and his heart rate slowly returned to normal. After sitting on the ground for a few minutes the young Hylian would finally stand up and move towards the anvil still halfway in a state of shock. His master wasn't going to be happy about the roof, but that was the last thing on his mind. Slowly the young thief would unwrap the bow on the anvil and find the small package that resides on top of it. Upon reading the torn tag on the package Cyrus would finally come to understand what had happened. This was a gift from the Holiday Moblin, but it had been delivered to the wrong person. With the tag being torn Cyrus had no way of knowing who the package was intended for so he figured there was no harm in opening the package that was delivered to him. Upon opening the package Cyrus would find a small assortment of crafting materials. All of which was useless to him, but he did happen to live in the busiest town in all of Hyrule so perhaps he could still find some way to salvage the mistake if he were to take all of the materials to the marketplace and sell them. Or perhaps even have a few items crafted for him. He wasn't quite sure which he would do at this point, but he would shove the materials into his adventure pouch and made his way to the marketplace. To sell the materials, or have them added into one of his daggers, he still wasn't sure which path he wanted to take.
Julius awoke at his usual time; zero-dark-thirty in the morning, to be precise. He was in his usual post-sleep daze; no matter what, it would take him quite awhile to fully wake up. Noticing a gift box at the foot of his bed, he groggily sat up, then scooched his way towards it. He read it. "Who the hell is Cyrus," Julius thought aloud, still unraveling it from its imprisoned state. A... pocketwatch? "Hm," Julius silently fumbled with it before eventually... Something clicked. His curtains were no longer flowing by the small breeze that pervaded Castle Town; time was stopped, he soon realized after the fact. With a trick similar to how it felt when he utilized Spirit Form, he then knew what the watch's true purpose was. Time passed, and then resumed. "Well. I guess I could hang it from my belt, but I still need to figure out how this 'Cyrus' person is," and with that said, resumed his morning as usual. After sweating something fierce from his usual workouts (he worked out for very long periods), he decided to wash up and go to the markets for some materials. Admittedly, while the swords he was producing were up to snuff for himself, he felt a sudden lack of inspiration stopping him from... doing anything else. He seemed to be at a stand still for him to complete any of his tasks; barring being a knight, there was just something getting in the way. Something odd; something that he just couldn't place his finger on. There were names that had power, he'd realized, thanks to Yuku; but aside from that, there was... apathy. The unwillingness to complete a task, no matter how simple. He chuckled to himself. Apathy. While in the markets, wearing his usual garb (consisting of brown trousers, white shirt, knee-high boots), he bumped into someone-- and put them into an armlock. When Julius remembered where he was, he released the hold, and apologized profusely. Then, he noticed what he was carrying; materials, ripe for the picking. After introducing himself, a lowly smith with no obvious connections to the Crown family of Hyrule, he offered to make him something with those same materials; provided he could pay, of course. "I tend to charge by the hour, just so you're aware."
