The sun had fallen by the time Rizel set up his small camp, in fact, it couldnâ€™t be reasoned as a camp but more like an area with a small fire and two living physical manifestations of a look-a-like human and a war horse, the closer Rizel had gotten to the swamp's edge the better, however there was that essence of memory, he knew exactly what to do and where to go, he also knew it would be foolish of him to presume that the others would not think of pursuing him, ever keeping his armour on unless the need called for it otherwise, his help stared at the Heavens, his ever watchful gaze struck fear into such skies, even from a being such as him which at first glance presumed human, respect of things natural and unnatural knew him for what he was, however it was yet a human that gained him and thus bound him within his current state, such an honour and for filling destiny until cruel fate snatches away someone or, someone precious.<br/><br/><br/>Rizel lowered his head, his gaze fell onto the fierce flames that attempted to cover the many logs piled on, a sigh was released as he pressed his hands against the cold surface of the ground, quivering of life could be felt underneath, it is a quiet night, a peaceful one and one well deserved at that, tomorrow held dangers unlike most and as such he had to prepare himself of all manors of beast, the churn and bubbling of the swamp up ahead only sharpened Rizel's guard, his blade quivered with excitement on which his next kill would be, it had been two days since the last massacre and yet it was as if Rizel's sword had a consciousness of its own, screaming to be released, either way tomorrow would hold many things in store, for now his ever watchful gaze fell on the flames and his steed for the night.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The soldier fell back at the strange entity, and a foolish looking one at that.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Enough, I've heard enough of this. He walks over to the man that insulted me and knocks him to the ground. Watch your tongue human, or next time you'll be hanging from a tree for all to see. Istari is a treasure and a gift that all should be grateful for. You should be on your knees and thanking him, you insolent worm." </span><br/><br/>It was like listening to a screaming woman, in one ear and out the other, the man didnâ€™t care for mythical creatures or beings that were apart of nature, they could all just return back into their books for all he cared for, the only interest he had was Rizel. In fact truth be told he was scared of such a man, he was too careless before, maybe too injured to see the true identity of the man that belonged to as the Black Scythe.<br/><br/>The soldier turned his gaze to the dragons and merely shook his head "Bloody creatures, world was better when you remained hidden, now we have Black Knights, warrior girls and bloody winged lizards stumping around the place, the world was better when it was man killing man, but now we have things like you?!" He pointed at the sprites, as he referred them as, "Bloody natures are telling us who are special and that you've been glaring at us from a distance as if the sun shone out of our arses." The dirtied man shook his head, crossing both arms, â€œAnd you my lad, where ever you are, can keep your bloody meaningless threats to yourself, bloody nature starring at folk these days now we have bloody winds fluttering around and leafs slapping good folk in the face for no bloody reason." He had now began to kick up a fuss but before long he went back into a pondering mode, as if thinking about what the groups motivation was, why did they come all the way out here? And what were they looking for, if anything.