"Right so, I'm off! I shall return with spoils and valor." laughed the psychic barbarian before closing the door behind him. He had all his, his armour was in perfect condition, his new belt left him feeling stronger then ever. Taking a deep breath, the air in these parts agreed with him well, St. Codin took off. Confident feet took him towards his quarry, the monsters that had been terrorizing the good people of the town. With a quick glance at his map Codin took mental note of the woods boundaries before pressing on.<br/><br/>With his greataxe in hand Codin closed the distance between himself and woods. Glory would be his! And all in the name of Kord!