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The Valley.
The fresh steel sung as it slid into it's scabbard. It was recently purchased and it's innocence hadn't been stained with the hunger of battle. His leather garb, boots and gloves were all fresh out of the tanner's shop, and he just couldn't contain the excitement any longer, it was as if he would burst at the seams.
Aedran was always like this, running off on impulse to wherever news held any implications of adventure. However, this usually, in fact, always threw him in the deep end of worst possible situations for someone who couldn't even hold a sword properly.
But he was just trying to distance himself as far away from Cormyr as possible, his family forbade his return, and it tore his heart apart. He was a coward, and it remained fixated within his head that as long as he made this journey as far away from his homeland, he always would be.
His hands shook nervously when he sat in the back-seat of the caravan, he himself couldn't discern whether it was anxiety or excitement. However he knew, whatever did lay in the unearthed region of Sundren, wouldn't welcome him with open arms.
He groaned, slipping into the memories of his past, they were a cruel mistress and it didn't offer him any solace within his dreams.
"License, Sir?", the Guards had asked for. Aedran fished in his pockets for the license, it wasn't authentic, but he was promised the forgery would get him past the guards, he just had to sell it.
"H-here it is." he stammered, taking a breath to compose himself, his confident smile deflecting the guard's suspicions.
"Alright, everything looks good, get yourself moving Adventurer." the guard muttered, with Cormyr in such a state, it would be better off for them to be within the Cormyrian military.
Aedran sighed, he was out into the open world now, ripe and ready to be taken by storm. Aedran was sure this was the best course, it had to be, therefore he threw the hood of his cloak over his head and didn't look back.
But the gnawing feeling at the back of his head assured him, he was making a mistake, but he ignored it, and pressed on into the unknown.
He always did.
The fresh steel sung as it slid into it's scabbard. It was recently purchased and it's innocence hadn't been stained with the hunger of battle. His leather garb, boots and gloves were all fresh out of the tanner's shop, and he just couldn't contain the excitement any longer, it was as if he would burst at the seams.
Aedran was always like this, running off on impulse to wherever news held any implications of adventure. However, this usually, in fact, always threw him in the deep end of worst possible situations for someone who couldn't even hold a sword properly.
But he was just trying to distance himself as far away from Cormyr as possible, his family forbade his return, and it tore his heart apart. He was a coward, and it remained fixated within his head that as long as he made this journey as far away from his homeland, he always would be.
His hands shook nervously when he sat in the back-seat of the caravan, he himself couldn't discern whether it was anxiety or excitement. However he knew, whatever did lay in the unearthed region of Sundren, wouldn't welcome him with open arms.
He groaned, slipping into the memories of his past, they were a cruel mistress and it didn't offer him any solace within his dreams.
"License, Sir?", the Guards had asked for. Aedran fished in his pockets for the license, it wasn't authentic, but he was promised the forgery would get him past the guards, he just had to sell it.
"H-here it is." he stammered, taking a breath to compose himself, his confident smile deflecting the guard's suspicions.
"Alright, everything looks good, get yourself moving Adventurer." the guard muttered, with Cormyr in such a state, it would be better off for them to be within the Cormyrian military.
Aedran sighed, he was out into the open world now, ripe and ready to be taken by storm. Aedran was sure this was the best course, it had to be, therefore he threw the hood of his cloak over his head and didn't look back.
But the gnawing feeling at the back of his head assured him, he was making a mistake, but he ignored it, and pressed on into the unknown.
He always did.