The man nears the outskirts of his village. Walking upright with a sack slung over his shoulder, he is about 6ft 1in, with a slender build. His dark hair, a sort of blueish-gray, frames the sides of his face down to just below the cheek bone. A loose-fitting, thin white tunic covers his torso and arms, with the sleeves ending just below the elbow in shreds. Dark gray pants extend down to the top of his shins before being tucked into a pair of black leather boots with many straps. Black bandaging is wrapped around each hand, extending from the first knuckle of each finger to his elbows. A dusky blue scarf masks the bottom of his face, leaving a pair of sapphire blue eyes exposed to gaze out into the world. The tails of his scarf sway back and forth as he makes his way into the village clearing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Strange..</span>He thought,<span style="font-style: italic">there's usually a few people out and about..</span>There was a faint lingering of smoke in the air, so he assumed someone had recently put out a fire. With the weight of the sack returning to the front of his conscious, he made his way across the clearing to his burrow on the opposite edge. He crawled in, returning moments later wearing a blue vest, and a sheath on his left hip. It was the way of his people to live underground, but it was mostly used as a place to sleep, or store their belongings. Deciding to have a look around, he headed for the center of the forest; where the Spirit Tree was located. The scent of smoke growing steadily thicker as he went.