Master had told Boundary that traveling was one of the best things a man could do for himself. He said that traveling introduced a man to new places and made a man more enlightened to the world around them...now Master had never said anything about traveling over other worlds, but he liked to think that the lesson was still valid. During Boundary's first day of traveling with the caravan he had simply taken time to gaze around and marvel at the environment, the animals he saw pass by and the very scarce few people who passed by during their travels. He felt somewhat comfortable because this place was not too different from the place he was raised in. He rested his hand on his sword from time to time, feeling a bit comfortable knowing his master's weapon rested in his grip. For some reason he had a bad feeling ahead, though he could not properly identify it. While the monotonous walking for a time distracted him from his feelings, he could not help but focus on this feeling of foreboding that was looming in his mind.<br/><br/>During the first night Boundary did his second round of meditations, focusing on the world around him and the sounds of the people around him and using it as a base to meditate on. Not only did this help him focus his energies, but it also was said to help train his body to recognize sounds and threats while he was sleeping, which his master said was paramount to one's survival. Usually night was the time he would discuss questions about life and the world with his master...but with him gone he had no one to talk to that he knew. As he focused on the sounds around him he heard one thing...the sound of birds. It was soothing and reminded him of better days and he knew it was going to be a good night tonight. Finishing with his meditations he got up and drew his sword, practicing the two styles his master had taught him, one being a one-handed style and the other being a two-handed one. Boundary always preferred the one-handed one because his free hand was more useful that way, but his master had taught him that two-handed came in handy just as much...his master was never wrong. He swung his sword through predetermined and constantly practiced motions, imagining his master practicing beside him. He had never finished training him and the rest was up to him if he wanted to live a normal life. He stopped for a time mid training when he noticed their last minute companion (an elf with dual-colored eyes) up and left the camp. He thought nothing of it and sure enough she returned some time later. When he could no longer feel his arms, legs, or the rest of his body he went to sleep, a dreamless sleep for once.<br/><br/>The second morning was rather uneventful, Boundary simply did his morning meditations, which were rather disturbed by that foreboding feeling again. Fortunately he was able to finish them up, do his exercises and ready himself for travel. Nobody passed them this day, it was rather dull, though Boundary decided to focus on the people he traveled with instead.<br/><br/>The bull woman, as he had begun calling her, was very.....confident if that was the correct word. Every move she made he interpreted as such. Her bull was a very fine creature, though a rather unorthodox mount. It reflected her in a way, big and strong and not afraid. Boundary admired that in a person, fearlessness. She was taller than him however...and he was always a bit intimidated by women that were taller than him for some reason. His master had told him that was natural and that he'd grow out of it (which got a laugh out of both of them for the pun humor). Overall, Boundary considered her beautiful and intimidating at the same time, whether that was good or bad was to be determined.<br/><br/>The second companion was a man (or at least that is what his garb implied)....a rather well armed one for that matter. He was not dressed that bad either, his clothing made mostly of silk. He had muscles that implied either a lot of training, a labor heavy career, or both. Based on how he wore his blades almost all the time though, he guessed they were his and he made them. This meant he was a blacksmith of some sort. Boundary admired his blades and their design even though they were sheathed. His hair was a bright silver and was quite long. Out of all the people here, he guessed that this guy was the most well-versed in combat out of all of them.<br/><br/>He also traveled with yet another halfling, after his meeting with the first one he was left with a bad impression of the race but this one redeemed it quite well. He could see her training at various points in the day and he admired a person who was dedicated to their craft. Still...something troubled Boundary about her, she had a....he could not really put his finger on it...a sort of dark feeling to her whenever he sensed her presence. She seemed troubled inside he could feel it, though he could not pinpoint why. His master always knew when Boundary was troubled, he said it had something to do with the feel of his aura. Boundary assumed that he was getting better at that sort of thing.<br/><br/>Another person traveling with them was the drakekin he had seen earlier...Boundary did not even attempt to make conversation with that one because of the drakekin's "amazing" skill with common tongue. He was rather big and he looked like he could snap Boundary in two without so much as thinking about it. He seemed like a nice enough person though, minus the whole going to war thing. Boundary would be sure to hide behind him if stuff got really bad.<br/><br/>The final one that he paid any attention to was the pointy eared girl that joined them rather last minute and the same girl that left the camp in the middle of the night. Boundary worried about her...she did not look the best for wear when she showed up and she was troubled just like the halfling, though in a different way, she seemed sad a lot and he felt sorry for her. He did not know exactly why she was sad but he hated it when women were sad it was just in his nature. On another not he found her quite beautiful and wondered what the hell she got into to give her such a weary appearance. She must have given herself a wash last night because she seemed cleaner than day one. Boundary decided that the next chance he got he would try and talk to her. She seemed lost here....like him.<br/><br/>The day passed by rather dully to say the least. Night was a similar drill, meditate, train, rinse and repeat, then sleep. The only event of note that caught his attention was when the bull woman started to play a ukelele....it was rather unusual as he had not expected her to have an interest in music or art. The music she played was rather soothing and helped him meditate.<br/><br/>The third morning was a little more interesting, with rough roads making travel a bit more convenient even for the mounted bull woman, sad elf, and carriage driver. He did not mind it that much, he was used to traveling on rough roads, his master had forced him to do it a lot. The one thing that kept bothering him was the foreboding sensation in his head that was getting stronger every step they took. Boundary honestly had no idea what was causing it but he kept his mind on his sword as the feeling got stronger. Something bad was about to happen and he did not like it.