<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/1469882-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>The fresh air and shadow casting  trees of the forest were something that Ilian was not used to and in his head, he considered how it might turn out to his disadvantage. There was no denying it, he had to get out of the forest fast, there was way to much occassion for an assassination. Hell...the more Ilian considered it, the more he realized that, was he hunting someone, there'd be no better place to start an assault. His only hope was to hide from plain view. If he saw a potential attacker first, he might turn the trap around and Ilian was sure that someone was send after him. You don't do the kind of shit he did without making at least a few enemies willing to pay for his demise.<br/><br/>At least the smell was more pleasant than in the city. Ilian could recognize the smell of lavender, resin, grass and wood in the air, composing a relaxing smell...that is...it would have been relaxing had Ilian not kept worrying over the strength of it and how it might mask an attacker even further.  Ilian gulped at that thought. Rumaging in his little possessions he found the message. The one that gave him the reason he had needed to break with his old life. Back then he figured he might be safe at the place named, but on the way, he understood how foolish that was. He made a life-changing and possibly -ending decision on a random piece of paper that appeared one day without any kind of proof that there even was a place named Sona, except for a map, that might very well be forged.<br/><br/>At this point Ilian even considered not going ther for it could be a trap, just as well as a new home. The thing that kept him from  changing his direction was merely the fact that he knew no other place to go and a curiousity that at this point seemed stronger then his will to survive. Actually...he figured a death by some trap might be just, but on the other hand he would refuse to die, before making amends for his past. However he would need strength for that, more then he currently had. If there really was the possibility to unlock some hidden potiential inside him, like the message suggested, it was well worth the risk. Even more since Ilian would never be able to consider himself the kind that died of old age.<br/><br/>As he ducked below the branches, his hand would keep moving to his dagger, quietly cursing himself for not having brought more weapons than this one. Hell...he even brought a quill. As much as Ilian loved the written word, he seriously doubted that a quill was indeed mightyer then the sword. Plus...he was tired. Hopefully he'd reach that place soon and maybe get something reminescent of a bed.