Ann
Unsteady legs fumbled as their retainer struggled to keep faltering legs' from falling prey toward their lack of grace once more; brimming with promises to share his new life with a woman whom kept close toward the youths heart. Her hand often near to clasp upon he whenever he fell... Whenever he failed she had been there for the meager child she kept him calm soothing the boys' ears with a voice which rolled with beauty one could only hear within the forests' harmony. One which had been shattered upon by a rock which hurled against the harmonious melodies ushering whispers of fear to crawl upon a lad whom seemed fragile a prey toward any whom desired his presence to be vanquished; begging betwixt slight orangish tears' that trickled across his seething clenched teeth for he struggled without her near. He was lost without her guidance utterly afraid of those whom had rejected his new form denouncing the lad as less than human, but as a monstrosity the very one which he foolishly blundered right into wearing the role as though it befitted the youth.

Unbeknownst the boys' tremoring wrists trickled crackles of light sickening energy which rolled across his body an involuntary defense mechanism against his hardened skin. Witnessing the male whom stood taller than he's fear usher from his voice left a befuddled expression across the boys' face. "T-t-tis naught a farse... You doth not be thee vipers whomst b-b-believe mine form is lesser... N-naught of y-your kin? L-like the rest whomst burry their daggers deep into mine chest... T-t'would be a joy if you doth be one whomst tidings seeth naught hate."

The boys' voice uttered with uncertainty, glimmering with hope within lifless grey eyes' that this stranger was not another here to do him harm. Erratic the youths' voice still carried emotion against his voice nearly did he break into a frenzy, yet hearing this mans' fearful tongue sent a pang through the boys' heart "...B-but I-I do naught but make thee scream in terror. T-t'would seem mine desire to seek calm upon these green feilds have led to naught, b-but paint me as foul as a monster w-whomst resides beneath thine resting place. I-I... S-shant stay n-nay e-even if I t'would d-desire... Someone to make thine path a little clearer..."

What was once rage building within the boys' heart left him feeling stricken ashamed he had allowed his fears to win out his heart frightening a man he hadn't the pleasure of knowing for in earnest young Fithoras' heart still held a purity even they whom tried to slay him couldn't quite extinguish. Love for others' whom roamed the earthen plain as he did all too dense to even consider this man may very well be tricking the lad pressing his eye;ids down the boy slamned his fist into the nearby tree causing a crack to thunder throughout the forests; it wasn't the strength of someone whom looked so scrawny...

So sickly and pallid to carry enough strength to create such a sound leaving a clear indent against its' bark. Before Yew screamed at the boy he uttered "I-I doth... Wish for thine mercy fore m-mine cries.." Wishing to be forgiven before turning himself away from the male picking up his feet to flee from where the man stood he'd only glance upon where he once stood to see the male held an arrow focused upon his legs it would encourage the youth to continue to run... To find a place to lay his head ashamed of what actions he nearly had enacted upon someone he barely knew. With that simple action did doubt lace against the boys' mind uncertain of Yews' true intentions, but he knew she whom he lived for would have given him a look of bitter disappointment seeing her boy nearly harm a man he barely knew.
Carl
*After that speech, I was left confused and curious... Is this boy really... Indeed, he's an undead but does not seem paricularly irrational or evil, he just has a poor control of impulse. Most probably his poor self-control comes from that certain trauma, does he think that I am the same as the likes that murdered him?*

"Wait, young man!" I screamed towards him

*But he didn't heard me, he'd rather run away from me. Great, my first life contact and he runs away from me, how I am going to find sapient life in the middle of this god-knows-where forest? I can't even find any near civilizations! Guess I have to still search for sapient life, I still have hope!*
Pamela
*Erec and Milo made there way fairly wooded plane, the air was clear with not a bird in sight. They lingered on the trail for awhile, slowly making their way to a humble farmstead.*

"This is the first place we should be investigating," *Erec said turning to Milo.* "The farm over there is the family of her betrothed."
Sherri
"So I assume we are getting information from the lady's family, as well as offer our condolences?"

He may be in it for the money, but the man has morals.
Pamela
"No... The Ex-Groom's family..." *Erec said grimly.* "Nevermind..."

*He paused for a bit, surveying the plot of land.*

"I'm going to have a look around this place... Find any clues where she could've gone. You should ask for the groom, he goes by the name Wilhem. If he isn't here... Just do your best getting much information as you can about the girl."
Sherri
"Very well then. Here's hoping the folks are kindly to visitors..."

With a small salute to Erec, the bounty hunter sauntered towards the homestead. He kept a serious composure, in case the owners aren't too stable after hearing the unfortunate news. He comes to a stop at the door, and gives a few small raps against the door.
Pamela
*As Milo walks nearer to the farm, a frail old man peer out before his home and give a long stare at the approaching stranger.*

"May I help you sir?" *The old man calls out.*
Sherri
A small wave to the old man. Play it cool, play it mellow.

"Greetings, sir! Apologies for the intrusion! We are with the mayor in regards to the... Incident, not long ago."
Carl
*As I went into the search of civilization, I grew more and more thirsty, and I never knew how to purify water, I knew I had to know engineering also! Silly me! But no, in the middle of this forest I can't find nothing that resembles potable water, let alone a civilization!. I wander wander and wander without any luck at all, good thing I drank last night before all my belongings were destroyed, would had been an expectacular cathastrophe if I never drank anything.

Then I used my sharp vision to see what lied ahead... It's a building... No, probably I am having delusions*
Pamela
*The old man didn't react, he was emotionless to the brim of his expression, relaying no qualms or troubles in his eyes. He stopped before hand and stood boldly as he can, but due to his old body he could merely slouch to an uncomfortable stooge.*

"I expected it so..." *The Old Man said plainly.* "Trouble has been squandering these lands, and I believe it has extended further than I have thought. Come, be blunt with what you seek, I am old and I have many things to do."

*The old man trailed off to a small garden over the assortments of vegetables laying about. He motions Milo to come forward.*
Carl
*But indeed, it was a building with actual people on there and I heard voices. Civilization, CIVILIZATION! PEOPLE! ACTUAL HUMANS! I AM SAVED, THANK GOODNESS! But how I am going to approach them? Would they accept me with their arms open or will they kill me?*

*I see the humans on there, actual people. I rush there to see them*

"There's no way to know until I find it" I thought to myself

*I ran towards there until I was in a perfect perfect position to talk to both men, one of them looked like a bounty hunter*

It's not too far so you will be able to reach there

"Hello, fellow men. My name is Yew Bowman, I am glad to meet you both"

*As I end speaking, I bow myself as a gesture of politeness, as a gentleman and a ex-captain I should know how to behave with other people, be them from lesser or higher ranks*
Pamela
*The Old Farmer widens his eyes to see a new encountered stranger. He bows slightly, but continues to bare a straight face.*

"It really seems strange tidings have arrived in these lands... I presume you... Mr. Bowman are here word of my son's beloved Analise?"
Carl
"Who? I don't know any Analise, I am a runaway from some traitors that tried to take over my castle, long story. I came here because I need potable water. I am dying from thirst"

"I had been struggling to find sapient life and you're the only sapient thing I could talk to at least in middle of this forest of God-knows-where!"
Pamela
*The Old man raises his hand and slowly points his finger to an old well. He stares at Bowman with incomparable stagnation that no emotions felt void seeping from the elderly farmer.*

"There is a well there," *Said the farmer slowly.* "Take your rest, for you have been running a great distance, sir. There have been no pavilion of the likes of castles many leagues surrounding here..."
Carl
"Well, thanks sire. I am grateful for thou kindness."
Pamela
*A cold chuckle came from the old man. His laugh felt abnormal, but it was strangely too genuine to be disingenuous.*

"I am no lord, Mister Bowman." *Said the Old farmer dryly.*
Carl
*As I get to know there's a well near the farm, I look amazed at the water and eagerly pulled the heavy wooden barrel towards me. It was purified water. I never saw such beauty since the last night I drank my last cup of water. I grabbed one of the tidy cups that was sitting on there and started drinking while crying of emotion of how fresh the water was*

"This is DELICIOUS!"

*As I drank a little more, I was done drinking already, I left the barrel at the bottom again and used a clean towel to clean the cup to finally leave it sitting there*

"So, who is this Analise who you are talking about? Since you mentioned it thou got me curious" - I asked while I sat on a near chair to hear clearly