(OOC: Hmm..)<br/><br/>The night air was soft and cold on the skin of a young man, passing through elven woods. Wind whistled softly through the trees, ruffling his light brown hair a bit as his green eyes looked back and forth, scanning for any elvish warriors that might be hostile to one intruding into their woods. The man certainly was no stranger to these woods, but that wouldn't cause him to let his guard down. On his back, a large broadsword rested, something for defense if he needed it. His clothing was simple, light clothes for a long trip, as they say.<br/><br/>(OOC: Hope that's good..>.< )