Kaleed Muinatit crouched near his small fire, wearily watching the sun fade over the horizon. He rose, brushing the dust off his clothes. He cast a scrutinizing eye over his small campsite, and began kicking dirt over his small fire, eyes squinting as embers began dancing in the air around him. Satisfied that the fire would smoulder out, he paused for a moment and reached for his meal flask, dangling from his hip.<br/><br/>Working a straw into the corner of his mouth, he took long drawn out gulps. After a minute or two, his stomach was full. Tonight's meal was a mash that consisted some tubers that he had found, along with a small furry animal he did not know the name for. He had spotted a couple of them nearby, and after witnessing a bird swoop down and taking one for its meal, had decided they were good to eat. Catching one had been an experience, and after he was exhausted, and dirty, his white hair looking disheveled and messy. He had spent a few hours investigating the flora in the area, and managed to obtain a number of regents.<br/><br/>He secured his meal flask to his hip again, and stretched. Around him, he could hear birds and animals rustling, making their calls and getting ready for the night. Winged insects flew overhead, seemingly moving as one entity. He smiled slightly at nothing in particular, although his mouth managed to make the smile seem like a nightmarish parody. He knelt, and began packing his meager belongings into a small knapsack. He carefully secured his journals, small apothecary set, and camping tools so they would not jostle each other. Swinging it onto his shoulders, he then checked his waist, making sure all was as it should be. The hilts of two foot long daggers poked out from his waist, and a small leather pouch was secured to his belt. Fingering the pouch to check that its contents were still secured, he slowly trudged back to the trail he had camped next to.<br/><br/>He has been walking in this direction for a few days, following the trail that he had learned about at the small town he had visited. He made no attempt to hide himself, hoping that the scouts and sentries of the Hellguard outpost would see him coming well in advance. He figured he would arrive an hour or two before midnight, and already he could see the outpost far, far off in the horizon. Twilight had fallen, and he slowly made his way into the distance. His soft leather boots kicked up small clouds of dust with every step. He was glad he remembered to purchase a small black writing slab and chalk. Hoping that his arrival wouldn't be too difficult an experience, he was comforted at the thought of possibly sleeping in a real bed tonight. Most reacted negatively to his strange appearance. He slipped his hood up and settled it just over his eyes, and wrapped a warm grey scarf around his face to cover his mouth.<br/><br/>He still had doubts about the integrity of these Hellguards. After all, what sort of sane person would hunt demons and artifacts willingly? He did not wish to become another pawn of a power hungry leader but where else could he go? Kaleed pushed the thoughts out of his mind, and focused on the outpost that lay far far ahead in the distance. Hopefully tonight wouldn't be too much of a hassle. Far off the outpost loomed in the distance. Would it bring his redemption, or his damnation? He had no clue.