Gra'ak had been following this trail, this winding path towards Soma. His legs ached from all the constant walking though he was thankful to have at least boots upon his feet. His kept his eyes upon the ground though not because he was lacking self confidence but because he did not wish to lose sight of the markings of the trail. He saw how many people had lost their way just by the deviations off the road and as such he was following the wagon trails in hopes of finding the city. Snacking upon some dried jerky which was perhaps one his few luxuries on this road beyond the weapon he carried and the light weight armor he wore on his back he pulled his eyes up to make sure he tries and mind his surroundings. Between avoiding getting lost or ambushed he did not know which of the two was more dangerous.<br/><br/>He was coming to Soma to try and gain entry into the academy. He was no brave soldier though he fancied himself to have the spirit, no claim of a noble though he studied to be able to socialize as one. He had ran off from his local lords whom held power over him and every peon like him. He wasn't sure if he would be missed but he hoped that wasn't the case. After all what is one peasant to a noble but another piece of property to lay claim to? His hopes were that all his savings were not for naught. He had banked everything upon gaining entrance and as such he was not going to rest until he managed it.