Zaxis gave a small sigh as he looked about. Forest and woodlands again; they always seemed to be the sign for the more mythical and not-so-human citizens of the land. No matter though, he was quite accustomed to the lush trees and forests of the land as in his previous journey took him to close to the same kind of area. It was dark out, the wee hours of the morning his preferable time to travel as there was little to distract him, no need to watch for people. Eyes set itself on the path before him; he knew where he was going, yes. Along this path, he would eventually come across the village of the Eastern Woodelves.<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, eyes closing as he stood there in the middle of the dirt path. His consciousness began to slip from him, ebbing like the ocean tide as he reached out to sense around him. Yes, the woodelves were not far from here. The faint traces of their spirits lingered in the land, their attunement to nature and the land itself barely recognizable, but it did not escape him. A breeze began to pick up as the wind blew past him, cloak fluttering in the wind as eyes opened again. There was no doubt, he was well on the way. What surprised him was how close he really was. It hadn't been any more than ten minutes before he began to see something on the horizon. A smile graced his features as he doubled his efforts, making haste. The wood elves would be rising soon.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the village, Zaxis found that he had arrived just in time for the sun rise, seeing as the village slowly began to stir to life. Slowly but surely, the citizens began to come out of their houses and establishments, running their errands to the start of the day. What was originally a silent and noiseless night slowly began to become filled with chatter, a small buzz at first that grew and grew with the passing moments. Shops began to open, markets slowly coming to life as stands would be set up, goods and products starting to be hung and placed in spots as to catch the bypasser's eye. Zaxis stopped to breathe in the scent of bread that was just starting to bake, letting the aroma fill his lungs. Ah, the subtle wonders of a village; one would ponder how any source of power could be located here, but they WERE elves after all.<br/><br/>Legs carried him on and on, deeper and deeper into the heart of the village. It wasn't until he reached the center that he found his destination; the chieftain's residence. Of course, he would be in the center; he WAS the heart of the village. Eyes closed as he tried to sense out the lingering traces of energy. Yes, this was it. There was no mistaking it; this was where he was to go. Stepping towards the establishment, he would make sure to pull tightly upon his cloak, making sure his hood was well hung over his head and hiding most of his features. Stepping up to the door, he would pause to take a look around before reaching a hand out. Hand hovered just infront of the door, hesitating for a moment as he gathered himself to meet with the leader of the elves here. His hand came down, knuckles rasping against the door in a manner that let the impacts echo through the air. Knock, knock, knock.