Step after heavy step, the road stretches on into the horizon. Looking back, it's the same. Trees flanked the path, a suitable cover hiding critters and creatures alike, as the lumbering man hums himself a jaunty tavern tune. Filling the woodland silence with his own voice brings comfort and warmth, using the alcohol-fuelled memories from nights back, to help ease the next few hundred steps or so. With well-worn boots, a patched and mended surcoat hiding glimpses of dull chain mail, and a thick cotton cloak, this knight of the road is used to his own thoughts. That little voice bumbling around his head is often the best company to hand.
Every step is punctuated with one rattling clunk after the other. The warrior's tarnished shield thuds against his back, a loop of leather holding an axe at his hip. The trusted tools of his trade always within reach due to the potential threats that lurk at the next fallen log or bridge crossing. Honestly? The man wouldn't even mind the sudden intrusion, he'd be glad for the conversation, if anything. But why risk the chance of losing more than a few petty coins by being lazy? After all, “proper preparation prevents piss poor performance”, or so he was always told in his younger years. As the day's sun reached its apex, the morning slipped away. Pausing for a moment, the oversized human took stock, looking where he'd come from to where he was going.
What was it he was seeking? He wasn't entirely sure. He was hoping it would be where he was going since he hadn't found it from where he'd come from. His attention was drawn to the forest wall by a cracking branch. Rustling bushes and skittering sounds caused his brow to furrow. “Simple frolicking forest inhabitants”, the man's inner voice said, chasing away the sniff of paranoia that had attempted to invade. His broad shoulders gave a heavy shrug as a calloused paw raised to ruffle the matted brown locks of hair. He turned and resumed his laden steps with the rhythmic clanging of his shoulder-hung equipment. “Bes'nt stop f'to long, rather not 'ave t'sleep among stars”, he thought, that seed of paranoia germinating as much as he hated to admit it.
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