After a while of walking, Osarin found himself outside of the wretched town, back in the forest, his stomach still churning from the separation from nature. He smiled, and sighed, staring at the sky, and unloading his loot from his back. The silk of the bag was stretched, and twisted, leaving unique, probably permanent marks. He shrugged, the silk was a commodity, a nice trinket, the bow is what he wanted. He dug it out. It shimmered in the light that filtered through the canopy formed by the large oak he sat near. "Gold?" He asked, touching it lightly. He had never seen gold before, save for a bracelet he got as a tip one evening, but he didn't have that for long. The arrows. They were long, white stalks, with bright red feathers, the tips a shimmery silver metal. "Not a bad haul." He sighed, and sat heavily by the tree, leaning his back against it.<br/><br/>The air was cool, and smelled heavily of salt water. The sun warmed his soft skin, his deep green eyes closing slowly.<span style="font-style: italic">Not a bad time or place for a little sleep,</span>He resolved. As his eyes closed, he saw the same burning eyes "The circle..."<br/><br/>"Oh god!" He sat up stark, his heart beating wildly. "This circle business is getting old real fast!" He stood up, and turned to face the tree, "This is shit, My dad's not psychic, and my mom doesn't dream... what is this?" He yelled at the tree, knowing it wasn't the tree's fault, and that it solved nothing. He sighed heavily, slowly exhaling, and turning, running his hands over his face, and through his short dark hair. As it fell back into his face, he heard a loud roar, and a splash. He turned the direction it came from, he looked around, he was completely unsure what kind of creature would make that sound, but he knew he didn't like it. He gathered his things, wrapping them back up in the sheet, and turning to walk away from the sound.<br/><br/><br/>After a couple minutes of walking, curiosity gnawed at him.<span style="font-style: italic">What was that sound? I hope everyone's ok.</span>He shook his head, blinking the thoughts from his head. "Everyone's fine, it's a human mage blowing himself up, or summoning some ungodly creature that then ... threw him... into... a lake." He furrowed his brow at his own logic. He turned to see a young man staring at him, the young woman behind him looking as though Osarin were mad. "There was a roar." He justified. He sighed, and turned back around. "Gods protect me." He mumbled as he ran back to the forest, and through it. He kept an eye out for whatever made that unholy sound, surely it would make another horrid sound. He heard a bit of talking, but not much else. With a sigh, he suddenly felt very crazy, "Come on. You're chasing some mysterious sound, you're having wild dreams, and now you're lecturing yourself. Admit it, you're crazy." He stood there, hands in his hair, his eyes closed, facing the sky, hoping somehow he would suddenly realize he wasn't.