Aborline; a port city full of imbalance, corruption and the sort. Agadyne heard the rumors of soldiers passing through with such frequency. There had to have been a reason. Word spread through the streets of the war stretching to the northern boarders of the land. Caravan after caravan traveled there but few and far between were the ones that actually returned. Agadyne arrived during a surplus of soldiers. He spent a few days listening from the window of his room at the inn. "War in Shoven...against the dragons?" He thought to himself. He knew of it but to hear so much about it in detail and seeing the increase in soldiers and supplies as proof only made it more real. War was an imbalance of itself. A victory for one was a devastating loss, but at times like these a loss could mean everything. Agadyne felt the urge to investigate. To see just how fair Nito would be on the battlefield, at the front lines, and Agadyne would be his vessel.<br/><br/>The next morning Agadyne made his way outside where one caravan remained with a few soldiers. "Captain?" Agadyne asked the group of soldiers talking amongst themselves. Their idle conversation stopped and a man of average height turned towards Agadyne. "Aye, and who are you?" Agadyne took a deep but subtle breath. Perhaps they didn't notice his skin tone yet, or maybe they just didn't know his race. Regardless, he was determined to head north, so with a light exhale Agadyne spoke. "I am Agadyne. I wish to accompany your group to the war effort." A slew of laughter ensued. Agadyne could feel their judgmental stares. The captain silenced his men.<br/><br/>"Another caravan is coming tomorrow to pick up any freelancer mercenaries and the like. You can ride with them. We don't have the resources or time to babysit a blind vagabond." The captain turned to his group. "Move out!" He barked. His men lazily got their things together and began down the road with Agadyne in toe. "I'm a healer, from Minst..." Agadyne lied in a pleading manner towards the captain as he mounted his steed. "I have family in Shoven I must see. I can't afford to wait for tomorrow and neither can my family." The captain sighed in aggravation. "Climb up into the wagon and try not to fall out!" Agadyne shuffled over to the wagon, poking around with his staff until he found where he could lift himself up at. The two other soldiers sneered, but kept quiet.<br/><br/>Hours went by in silence. The men kept to themselves mostly, only light conversations here and there. Agadyne kept to himself though, just listening to the men. He figured only two were seasoned soldiers, the others were anxious young men itching for conflict.  The youngest, Markus, was seventeen and sat next to Agadyne. He could feel his curious eyes boring through the shroud that covered his face. The young man reached out slowly, almost close enough to pinch the corner or the cloth but Agadyne's hand was swift and clamped onto the boy's wrist with a harsh grip. The startled boy tried jerking his hand away, to no avail. And as Agadyne was about to give the boy a verbal lashing, his ears perked. A feint sound in the distance, foreign to the sounds of travelers. Something in the air changed as well, Agadyne could almost smell the malicious intent. "Captain..." He finally spoke, "...ready your men. We're being attacked."