[color=red][i]The forest never ends...[/i][/color] It had been a few days since Cedran had entered the forest, and he thought that eventually he would see something that wasn't the looming canopy overhead and the strange creatures that wandered Blackwood. He was no stranger to long travels, and although he didn't have outstanding survival skills, he could live off the land and get by. If it were not for the faint trail he gathered as he talked to spirits along the way, he would surely be lost in what seemed like an eternity of forest and darkness. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness however, and the faint glow from the fauna had certainly helped. Overall the experience wasn't the best, but certainly not the worst.

After a day or so he simply walked in his full demon form, not seeing any civilized people for the days he's been out here. It conserved energy, and it felt comfortable to be in his original form. Besides, the more menacing presence seems to have warded off any potential threats. The only threat was him, as he had killed a few deer and ate their meat, as well as consumed their souls for energy. It wasn't very much but, it was satisfying to say the least. His weapon of choice, and only weapon, was a large sword that hung on his back. It was about as big as him, and nothing special, just a large hunk of sharpened steel with a hilt. It was heavy, but with strength and practice he was able to wield it quite well. For now it was strapped to his back over the black cloak he used for clothing. Underneath was cheap leather armor. It only protected the vitals, and didn't weigh much or constrict him, as he didn't rely on armor too much. Besides, the sword was heavy enough.

As Cedran strolled onwards in the direction the spirits led him, a faint trail that was horribly overgrown, he began to wonder what he was being led to. It could be a small tribe out in the forest, he's seen one or two before of elves or humans. Usually not the friendliest of people. A kingdom of some sort, unknown to him? Doubtful. Maybe some lost cave that holds treasure? Too hopeful. He had no clue, but for some reason he was drawn to this place. He could be off apprehending more killers, saving the souls of others and putting them to rest. Getting rewards. Actually sleeping in an inn. Cedran shook his head, sighing. 

Cedran finally found a clearing, and saw a small fire flicker in the distance. That meant he wasn't the only one here. He slowly transformed into his human form, pulling over the hood of his cloak and leaning behind a tree. A figure, about human sized, seemed to be curled up next to the fire in what figured was a fountain. Used to be a fountain. The breeze ruffled his cloak, and he held it was to his body. The person seemed to be alone, but that didn't mean that they were alone. But an ambush would be highly unlikely under these conditions. Even so, he had to be careful, so he decided whether or not he should approach the person. Maybe they know where this place is. 

As Cedran slowly approached, coming into the clearing, he heard footsteps behind him. Was he being followed? He was half way between the forest and the clearing where the silhouette of another figure approached. [color=red]"So, I see I'm not the only one here anymore after all."[/color]