"I should make camp for the night." Dawn said to herself, her voice carrying on the currents of the wind. She shook her head. What reason was there to stop now? She could travel through a little of the night. Find a place to drop her bedroll whenever she got tired. Where was she heading, anyway? Somewhere. Anywhere away from home. Away from those...things.<br/><br/>Tonight was beautiful. Back home, she would often see the Northern Lights-her father said they were made by the Valkyries calling noble souls to Valhalla. She didn't know if she believed that, but it was always a fine story to accompany a beautiful night sky. She strode across the field, shield in hand, keeping her eyes on the skies as she walks.<br/><br/>She spies two others also traveling the fields, and coming towards her. While curious, she unconsciously lays her right hand on her sword's hilt as she walks forward, unsure of the intent this pair have...