"Hey! Hand over everything you have!" Shouts a voice from beyond the veil of the fog, Rizel managed to shift down the mountain side atop his steed and reach the grounds level. A sigh was released from his physique as his gaze merely fell upon a few cut throats all in raggid attire, one kept a dagger within the confines of his mouth, another a gigantic war hammer that seemed to strain him if held for to long, and the last which seemed to be the leader, a short, stocky, scared and dirty gruff man whom stood in a weak stance for combat, his physique was thin and weak as it could be seen they all havent been eating for days ther wise they would not be so desperate as to threaten a fully armed and armoured knight.<br/><br/>"Take this..." The cold, scolding voice echoed through the resseses of their mind as a few copper peices were thrown to the ground infront of them, "...Bless you..." the gruff man fell to the floor scavanging the coins then ordering the two to flee and find the nearest shop, it would seem they did not possess the skills to live in the wilds and thus had to turn to a life of an outlaw. Rizel continued forward once more as the tainted lands seemed a fair ways away it was the only goal such a ebony clad knight had to go on, one last glance at the mountain reminded him of the dragon but then quickly turned his gaze back to the coil lands, there was a shifter, a knight and a theif, what was the thieves story? This thought stayed at the back of his mind for a time as he pressed onward.