It was going to be a day trip through the woods that surrounded the little village of Nevalen, to find you don't know what, so you had to be prepared. You stripped of your nightgown and put on your traveling clothes: dark leather pants, a black cotton sleeveless shirt and a black cloak, never too careful about being seen, not with the actual state of the kingdom... you also wear boots and fingerless gloves; in your waist you hang your sword, bow and arrows on your back. The world had become too dangerous to go unarmed.
You leave the village as stealthy as possible; you lived with these people, but these were hard times and resources were scarce, no need of having people taken advantage of your leave and raiding your house. When was the last time the king had sent a messenger to the village? There were many complaints about how little he cared of the dire situation you were living, but you just couldn't blame him, if he was still alive. You see, with so many loses after the war with the dragons humans had feeble. The small kingdoms that remained have difficult times surviving the attack from other creatures that now occupied the former cities, creatures that were thrown of their living habitats while the golden age of humanity persisted. But that was a long time ago, now you were in the lowest levels of the food chain... You sometimes wondered why hadn't your little village had been destroyed, but then a few houses can pass unnoticed...
Finding someone in the woods was rare. People usually didn't venture outside the village, unless they were going in groups. Stories went about wild creatures that could separate a human in half with no effort, of people that were impaled with no resistance to offer... You knew what lurked in there, and the truth wasn't that far from those stories. Still you have gone to Kahil's Peak many times with no real threats: don't make a sound and you'll get out of there alive. The few times you had encountered enemies you were skilled enough to kill them before they could do any harm. You were grateful with the old man for that...
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