"Shouldn't have agreed to take this sodding job." Doring was far from home, heading to deliver a blade to a client about a week's walk away. He was deeply regretting his decision to take on this delivery. The gold he was offered was nice, but now it was becoming increasingly not worth it. He pulled his cloak up over his face. He had been attacked by bandits four times, he had gone through rain and sludge to get where he was going, and he was very, very tired. "Maybe I should just head back. Tell him to come get the blade his own damn self." He finally came to a clearing in the forest.<span style="font-style: italic">A good spot to camp...</span>He thought, taking his pack off of his back as the sun was just barely peeking above the trees. He gathered some wood for a fire.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, he was back, a bundle of dead wood from fallen trees in hand. He set some wood inside a circle of rocks he made, creating a makeshift fire pit. He took some flint and steel and before long, he had a roaring fire going. He set his boots near the fire, deciding to warm them up before he continued on his journey. He decided to take out the blade he made and was going to travel so far to deliver. He drew the blade from its sheath, setting it on his lap. The blade shone a brilliant orange in the light of the fire. It was a steel blade that he silvered. Perhaps the owner intended to use it against undead? Perhaps. The blade was etched with a swirling pattern and the handle was inlaid with gold. It looked more like a work of art than a weapon. But Doring assured that it would be more than battle ready. Some time later, he suddenly felt like he couldn't sleep yet. He felt pulled by something. Fate, maybe? He got up and packed up camp. It was foolish to move at night, he knew that, but he couldn't go to sleep now. Not while he felt that pull. And so, he began to walk.<br/><br/>Then, he came across a most curious sight; people fighting a group of monsters. He hid behind the trees. Was this what he was feeling pulled towards? He watched. He would wait for the battle to end before he got involved. It seemed like they didn't need help anyway.