Anna
Greyden Smythe 
Terresol Forrest 


Riding down a trail, heading out into the inhabited Forrest, he found that it was probably safer than staying within the walls of the city, due to the outbreak. He wasn't starving for money at the time, so it wouldn't be well worth it.

As he road along, he saw a figure walking down the trail. Curious, he pulled on the reigns of his horse, causing the beast to slow to a trot, catching up to the stranger. 

Greyden pulled the bandana down off his mouth, letting it hang around his neck, so that he wouldn't be muffled by the cloth. 

"Excuse me, miss? Do you need a ride? You shouldn't be walking around out here all alone." Greyden said, soon getting his horse to stop in its tracks.
Samuel
Naesala Iarzana
Forest in Terresol


Hanging off the shrouds of the ship where Naesala was hanging upside down from, his long hair being thrown about by the strong sea wind. His ears twitched a few times and he was even able to breathe the scent of sea salt in the air. He had taken the time to observe the nature of the captain as well as the crews of the ship. Although he seemed accepting of all races, the captain did not seem ambitious enough for the elf to actually take into account for his goal.

He swiftly let go of his holding on the shroud, free falling down before he managed to grab a rope and swung himself back down onto the deck. Snooping around a bit, he managed to get his hand on another dagger that he had found astray on a barrel. He tied it around his hip with a rope. He gave the ship one last look before he slipped off the ship and back onto land.

A shackle was still intact on his neck, wrists and ankles despite being quite rusted, a symbol of his status as a slave. It would rubbed and bump on his neck and collarbone that it soon left a bruise upon his pale skin. Barefooted, he walked down the gravel road with the chains being dragged along, the sole of his feet starting to bleed yet he seemed to pay no mind to it. After all, a slave is used to all sorts of hardships and pain.

He stuck close to the bushes and the forest, not wanting to end up being caught by some merchants or guards. His lips were dried and so was his hair, both signs of his body is in an unhealthy state. Lack of nutrition and food as well as water. He didn't know how long he was walking as he started to realised that there weren't a single soul on the road he was venturing himself on. 

He gulped, taking in a shaky breath as the exhaustion finally took a toll on his adrenaline fuelled body. Just as he was about to fall onto his knees, a voice was suddenly heard by his side and he quickly turned.

Though it proved to be a wrong choice as he suddenly stumbled and fell back onto the ground, his back slammed against the tree as the sound of chains knocking against each other were heard.
Anna
Greyden Smythe 
Forest in Terresol 


Greyden sighed and hopped off the horse. He heard the chains and grabbed his satchel off the horse and began to walked over. 

"Hey it's okay. I won't hurt you, but I need to get those chains off you, okay?" He said softly.

He pawed in his satchel and pulled out a set of lock picks and nodded to himself, soon picking the locks on the chains. 

"I'll get you some bread and water, you're rather thin." He added as he began to remove the chains of the other male.