Kilgaris walked through the jungle silently and slowly eyes to the front but still gathering information from all directions. His green glowing crystal staff in his right hand horizontal to the ground. He had heard from a scared peasant that there was a powerful demon in the town through the deadly forest and the short man had only just made it out alive. Eager to enhance his power even further from binding the demon to him Kilgaris had set off right away. Although he had heard tales of flocks of griffin and other dangerous creatures in the woods in folklore and legend Kilgaris had yet to discover anything. However, he still stayed on guard. A month since leaving his master he had already bound 2 more moderately powerful demons in his staff and was still getting used to his new level of power. Whilst silently stalking the way through the twisting maze that was the woods he cast his mind back to the days where he lived his entire life in the back of a tavern, only coming out to sleep and to wash the tankards. They were a shadowy place where the true demons in his life lived. The darkness of that room with faint light passing through the holes in the roof reminded him of this forest with the few sun rays being cast through the canopy. After such thoughts vanished he just kept on walking silently...
