What a day. First off, it was the end of the week so his great godmother came to visit him, too bad she always did it at the end of the week when he was dead tired. [i]~Maybe she does it just so she can yell at me for being so tired.~[/i] He mentally mused over his lessons as he ached with his back to the fire and a bucket with a ladle to keep his shirt soaked with water while the heat soaked into his muscles.

As much as he tried to ignore everything to relax, he couldn't keep his eyes off of the new patrons to the inn. Part of his instinct was to protect the people in the room from themselves and each other as he tried to look away but eyes always drawn to those three. The woman was breathtaking and he could feel a primal stir of all the men in the room as well as him, but such lust is what his ancestors weakness claimed was the downfall of the bloodline. The man in armor with the otherworldly axe was not alone as there was another with an axe that seemed to not belong in this village. The ragged man with the wolf reminded him of the druids of his mother's circle and now his cousin who slipped into the building.

While his eyes searched and his body ached, his ears were open to listen to the song of the bard. It called to him, its words evoked vigor from his limbs to shake off the weary of a weeks work with promises of more than roaming the village and woods for work. It made his chest tight over his birthmark as if the goddess herself was demanding his attention. Hearing others answer the call came the gruff voice of his aunts son. [b]"I of the forest joins that of the future on thy quest! Any more taking danger!?"[/b]

"Would my little kin travel without me?"

Raa's voice was deep and warm, like the westward facing cavern just after sunset where the stones held the last of the fire's embrace. He didn't try to speak too much or generally bring too much attention to himself, he let his actions speak of his devotion. But sadly at the moment his body was devoted to removing a knot in his right shoulder blade as he put his back into the heart and ground at the cobblestones like a bear would scratch back upon an oak.