A Memory of Cayde-6

Night has fallen on The Last City. As the streets begin to empty the light of a small bar illuminates the surrounding block. The clinks of tin and glass cups punctuates the voices emanating from the bar.

In the back of the bar a group of guardians sit and stand around a small table, every few minutes erupting into cheers and laughter. It wasn’t long before the whole bar’s attention was on this table and had joined in on the fun.

“And that is when they tore Oryx’s arm off and beat him to death with it! I swear!”

The bar patrons laugh at the ridiculousness of Cayde’s story.

“Do you even know them?” an awoken sitting at the bar asks.

“Of course I do! We go way back! Do I look the kind of guy that would make something up? Wait, don’t answer that.”

The laughing and heckling quiets as a figure enters the bar. A guardian starts making their way through the individuals surrounding Cayde’s table. Not just any guardian but THE Guardian. They make their way over to Cayde and lean up against the wall behind him. A warlock offers them their seat but the Guardian, not saying a word, politely refuses with a shake of their head.

“What did I tell ya! Told you I knew them!” Cayde says, lightly hitting the Guardian’s leg. Cayde throws back the remainder of his drink and adjusts his hood. “Now where was I? Oh right, Oryx’s arm. Now, when he was done beating him with the arm, he went for his leg!”

Cayde continued telling stories for some time, each as exciting and over the top as the last. Whenever the crowd would look to the Guardian for some sort of confirmation or input, they would simply nod and look at Cayde as if to say “continue”. Not skipping a beat, he would pick up where he left off.

A sizeable crowd had formed once word had got out THE Guardian and Hunter Vanguard were at the bar. It wasn’t long before the bar tender was turning patrons away saying they had run out of drink. At least that was the excuse she made to get the rowdy crowd to leave. The news was met with some audible groans and a few boos. This didn’t deter Cayde though.

“Time for the next bar!” he exclaimed, pushing away from the table and standing up with a bit of a stumble. Cayde threw his arm around the Guardian to keep himself from falling. “Next round is on my friend here!” This was met with cheers from the group.

Cayde and the Guardian walked out of the bar and into the night, entourage in tow. Cayde leans in close and with a smile, says “You know you really are my favorite.”

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This was inspired by a few sections of this post by u/Simansis. I really hope we get more stories about Cayde in the future, through lore books or some other form. Let me know what you think!