<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>Departing hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/> "Good luck finding your quarry," the ox of a man said in good spirits.   "I shall disperse."<br/><br/>And with that, the booted heels of large feet stomped overland through thickets and brambles, until the forest cover shielded the rest of the party from sight.  Alfreic found himself entirely alone.  <em>Good,</em> he thought as he slung the bow over his shoulder and took up his pipe.  Two mountains of smoke escaped his nostrils after a deep long drag, and he strolled through the forest, finding himself altogether content in his solitude.<br/><br/>Each crunch of leaf and twig brought forth a memory, some good and some bad, and soon Alfreic was not enjoying what was a delightful day through pine and prairie, but a trip through accurate and inaccurate dreams.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:  Alfreic has left the party.</strong><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>