The Forest was as dark as one would expect this time of night, and per usual, the short man found himself walking between towns, through the forest, half lost in thought, and the other half just walking aimlessly in the same direction he'd been walking in the last two days.<i><b>Could you go any slower? I'm bored. </b></i>"Shut up Annukai, I'm not in the mood, and don't have the time." He responded to his counter part, and kept walking in silence.<i><b>You're never in the mood, and we have nothing but time at the pace you're making, Keenst.</b></i>He let off a scoff, and kept walking his pace. No need to hurry when he didn't know how far he had to go.<br/><br/>The forest was growing thicker by the minute, which meant they were deep inside of it, which he could have told you an hour ago, when he first noticed it. He sighed lightly and kept his pace, weaving in and out of the thickly growing trees, both in density together, and the trees themselves seemed to be getting bigger, older, and more full of life.<br/><br/>Life. that was something that he took for granted, especially taking as much of it away as he did. That was what he did, when not working for the knights, He was an assassin for higher, to make due between works for the Knights. He continued to walk until he opened himself into a grove of trees, that surrounded a small lake. This is where he stopped for a second, and refilled his water satchel.<i><b>Are you rightly done thinking about how bad you have it you poor excuse of a killer? </b></i>"Just because i don't eat everything I take a job for. Just because i judge them for myself before taking their life, does not mean I don't do my Job. I'm a Demon Knight before all else Annukai. Or have you forgotten?"<br/><br/><i><b>Shut up, I haven't forgot, I just don't understand why you put other lives ahead of your own personal needs. </b></i>Keenst shook his head, closing the satchel, and taking a drink from the lake itself, before continuing his walk around it. It was large, and clear, he could swear he could see the bottom of the lake, but maybe not. He wasn't paying too much attention, now pondering what Annukai said to him. Why did he put others before himself. " Its the creed. Protect those that can not protect themselves."<br/><br/>Keenst didn't bother talking anymore, as he rounded the lake slowly, getting back on the path he had originally set himself on, and walking straight back into the forest, which was still thick and nearly made it hard to breathe. How much further until the town, he was sure one was near, a lake this beautiful? He soon found tracks, though they looked days old, and trampled by wolf tracks as well. This was going to be fun following, he only hoped it was to a town, and not some house in the forest.<br/><br/>He continued to follow the trail for what seemed like hours, but was maybe half of that, watching as the trees thinned out, and it became easier to breathe, until the drizzle of rain began to fall through the canopy, and mat his short white hair to his head. His clothing began to get wet as well, the Black jacket, and pants, though his vest and shirt stayed dry, his shoes started to cake with mud, which was bad for him. His shoes were designed with spikes, to run up walls, and trees, dig into it with the spikes under the toes and on the tips of his shoes. and mud bothered said spikes. He let off a sigh, and continued walking, the trees thinning out was a good sign, though he wasn't sure if it was the sign he was looking for or not.<br/><br/>Two more hours, give or take a few minutes, Brought him to a small little town in the middle of nowhere, the rain having stopped and started again. He was literally soaked from head to toe. He gave a sigh, and found a building to stand under, before shadows seemed to consume him and his clothes,  and water and dirt fell off him as if never there. Then he read the door, or rather Annukai did.<i><b>Dragon's fire inside, as well as the Dark Net. Its a tavern. No fighting, punishment by death.</b></i>"You're aware i can read this just as well as you? I think you just like hearing yourself talk." He said pushing open the door. Walking in wearing his usual black attire, weapons littering his body, as always. He took a seat in the corner.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="354" data-username="@Sans the Comic" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/354/">@Sans the Comic</a>