Dorthon had been staying out in fuarune keeping his distance from people, it's how he's been ever since he woke all the those years ago. Using his hunter and foraging skills Dorthon has been keeping himself alive. using the furs of his kills for warmth during the winters, preserving and drying the meats for rations. Sometimes he would go into a small town and trade his furs and meats for repairs to his weapons or sewing supplies, anything he may need that he can't find in the forest.<br/><br/>But today was different. Using a thick hide cloak he made to keep himself covered Dorthon began his trip to the village. As he did however a pin in his arm began to burn get hotter as he got closer to the village. He gripped his arm with his Left hand the large Glove almost covering his entire upper arm. He looked up at the village, someone was there, some one like him.<br/><br/>He knew about the burning sensation in his arm, he knew it was telling him to fight. he pulled out   small gutting knife and stabbed his leg with it. The sharp pain helping him focus. He picked himself up and carried on towards the village. Hoping that the Eternal wouldn't find him. He hoped he didn't have to kill another one. As he's traveled Eternals have fought him. pushing him to do something he hates doing. Taking the life of another person. All that challenged him have failed, as his large sword suggests. Numerous notches and scratches could be seen if you look hard enough.<br/><br/>This time he prayed he didn't have to draw it.