<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alec Redwater<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Haunted Human Mercenary<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<hr/><br/>As the what he knew now to be a half elf girl kept talking, Alec noticed the grass getting higher. At least he thought it was grass. Maybe it was weeds? Honestly, he would not really know if they were walking through a farmer's crop field or not. But what ever it was was getting to be about knee high, and made his nose tickle and skin itch. He was getting pretty used to Allie's company, her innocence and openness made it easier for him to relax and open up. As they walked he carved two more slices out of her melon for them to munch on. "The ocean was just so BIG. More water than I ever thought existed. Kinda like the sky turned upside down, and you could just walk off into it. And noisy. Way more so than any river we ever crossed. Even the rapids of the Grey Flood with all those rocks. Smelled like salt though." He nodded to himself as he handed her another slice. This one more uniform than the last. He was rather proud, he felt that was a exemplary explanation of an ocean. He devoured his slice without even noticing doing it. At least he was not desperately hungry anymore.<br/><br/>But when she brought up seeing battles he paused. "The Legion were not adventures." He shook his head again and sniffed before picking up his pace some. "And we weren't sight seeing. We repelled invasions. Guarded roads from bandits. Sacked castles after sieges. They practically raised me since I was a boy, and my time with them was alot of hard work. I had to clean up alot too. T-they taught me how to use a sword," his free hand went to the pommel of his sword and traced down the leather wrapped handle.<br/><br/>Soon the grass was waist high and made walking harder. They had to pick up their feet and push aside the stalks to get through. Alec was just about to grumble that they should have stayed on the road when the ground beneath him was just gone.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>*Splash!*</strong></span><br/><br/>It really was not much of a stream. Since it just rained it might qualify as a brook. But normally it was more a lazy gravel creek that meandered between fields that you could just hop across. You could easily jump between banks with little effort even now. A small cart bridge crossed it off in the distance where the road was. But whatever you would call it, Alec was now ass deep in it soaking wet.