"Huh? What was that?" a sleepy voice said, just before Edalleg's head popped out from underneath a blanket. He was resting inside one of the waggons that would bring people up to the mountain top. His sleepy eyes were looking around as a loud sounds just ripped him out of his dreams. "What the heck...." he said slowly as he got his body up from the floor. He looked out of one of the sides, but there was just a female hunter departing and walking on her own, no sign of the thing that ripped him out of his beautifull dream.
As he was awake now anyways he grabbed his small bag of supplies and his big charge blade, that was resting in its most compact shild form, and jumped of of the wagon. The jump of was going suprisingly well, untill he suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, his heavy weapon on top of him. With a loud and depressed sight he threw his shield of of him and sat there staring at his weapon. "Never do that again...." he says to his weapon as he picked it up again and slowly followed the tracks, wandering towards the mountain top.