John
*Dracul was walking through utopla after his recent quest. The sun was at the middle of the sky glowing brightly. It was way too hot for him to travel farther. 
So he sat under a tree and tried to rest.
Kimberly
*It would seem the effects of the Winter Storm hadn't reached this far to the nation, allowing utopla to enjoy better than average weather compared to its northern neighbors. The road was seemingly empty, providing very little distraction for Dracul during his rest by the tree. The shade provided by the tree was comforting and may have tempted Dracul to take a nap. However, just as he was about to drift off to dreamland, his fighter instincts would suddenly perk up and jolt him back awake. There was someone or something nearby, and it was radiating an aura of killing intent. But where could it be?*
John
Dracul felt there was something off here but he could not figure out what. So he looked around activating his blurry and silence just in case and places his left hand on his sword on the left side.