Alerric Calindor walked calmly down the gravel street, his long black hair whipping about in the cool afternoon breeze. He held his helmet in his right hand as he walked, and lifted his eyes more than once to the sky above to watch the soft white cloudes lazily floating there.<br/><br/><br/>Coming to a river he decided to take a break, he'd traveled on foot from the last village he'd come across, which was 50 miles to the northeast. Sitting down on a boulder that stretched out over the lake, he sighed and began rummaging through his satchels to find something to eat.<br/><br/>Taking out a loaf of bread and some jerky he began to eat and watch the water as it calmy went down stream.<em>I need to get a horse</em>he thought as he sit relaxing in his heavy rusty red armor<em>I wouldn't mind some company either, it's been awhile since I actually sat down and talked to someone. I'm usually either punching their face in because I'm paid to or killing some kind of monster because it's endangering innocent lives</em>. The man was only in his early 30's at the most but walking all day and half the night was bound to tire out even the most well trained young person. He didn't consider himself old, but he certainly had some life experience on his belt. He returned his gaze back to the river and wished that someone would come to give him something to do besides walk by himself.