Arcaeus wakes from a fitful sleep. "Another day," he said to himself, "another failure." He gets out of his bed carved from wood and covered in animal furs. He exits his small wooden shelter and takes a deep breath of the fresh forest air. "Ah the Great Thal'Liik Forest. The humans say no one ever returns from this place. Hmph. Humans and their petty superstitions. Oh well, at least they serve a purpose," he quietly mutters. Already dressed in a loose black tunic and pants, he dons his cowl and begins to hunt, using his natural speed to ambush his prey. "Wolves are just as easy to kill as a lowly doe, and have a thicker coat, useful for insulation," he thinks to himself.<br/><br/>Arcaeus returns home after a few hours and begins to skin and cook his winnings.