The sun had just begun to slide it's way over the mountains in the distance, The birds alive and well, singing their soothing songs. A small pyre of smoke rose from the woods, signifying that a camp was nearby. A simple tent, a small smoldering hearth, still bright from the night's fire. On the ground outside the tent laid a man, Lost in a deep slumber. On a line of twine, there laid a Rawhide Trench coat, with intricate designs of light blue, the coat itself being a deep black. The man looked no older then his late twenties, Pure white hair hiding his eyes from the sun that peaked through the trees. His breathing was slow, calm. He didn't make any sound at all. Against the tree laid a beautiful Broadsword, left completely unguarded.<br/><br/>This man looked as if he could sleep for weeks, But slowly stirred as the light peeked through, running across his eyes. He slowly opened one of his eyes, Revealing A pupiless green, swirling like the sea, never falling the same way twice. He sharply shut his eye and turned away from the sun, anger gracing his expression as he laid on his side."Damn sun...Your next..." He said softly, under his breath, For he knew he was out of ear shot. He slowly groaned and stood to his feet, eyes closed, head hung back out of sheer grog."Time to get ready I suppose...." He said softly, Grabbing his coat from the line, And placing it on, slowly adjusting himself in it, grabbing his sword and whisking his fingers over the fire pit, creating a vacuum of air, making the small hearth go out. Once the Embers were no longer smoldering, he nodded some and began walking, out of the woods and into town, heading toward the local tavern.<br/><br/>Stepping into the pub, he smiled some, heading to the bar."Morning Keep, Bottle of Mead, and Keep them coming..." He said softly. The Barkeep lifted his head, only to tilt his head."Isn't it a little early to be drinking, Stranger?" The man smiled and looked to him."It's never too early to spend money..." He said softly, Tossing a blood ruby to him, taking his bottle of mead and heading to the back of the bar. He opened the bottle, Took out a small vial of red liquid and popped the cork on it."So tired of cheap shit..." He said softly, putting a single drop of the red liquid into the bottle. He smiled as it mixed, then took a small sip, breathing a sigh of relief as the warm mead flowed down his throat, satisfaction taking over as he pushed his seat back against the wall, and placed his feet on the bar table, closing his eyes and waiting. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, But something told him he wouldn't be waiting long. He took another small sip, then sat back against the wall and quietly slipped back into his dreams, waiting patiently.