Another day in another land. At least that's what Vosswald thought when he woke up this morning. Since he had been washed ashore on this strange and foreign land he has been travelling every day. Experiencing the beauty and strangeness of this land made him feel a little better about the fact that he was poor and homeless here. His weapons, the clothes on his back and the occasional bonfire were his main source of comfort, so it wasn't surprising that he was once again thinking about lighting another large bonfire this evening.
He kept following a small trail, thinking about nothing in particular, when he came across a small river. Having decided to take a break, he moved towards the riverbank, opened his pants and took a leak into the water, not aware that someone was taking a nap just a few more meters away.