Edge had walked for many miles. 

Though he didnt tire so easily, the walking was begining to become boring. His boredom was dispelled a few miles back however when a small group of bandits tried to hold him up. At first he laughed "Are you serious boys?", spinning his curved blades in his hands. Poor fella's seemed intent on their purpose, and so he drew his throwing knives. They made the first move, but Edges blades were the first to strike.

4 dead, 3 seconds. This disappointed him. Edge blamed the hot sun and his long time on the road.

He toyed with a small stone, spinning it around his body and firing it at other stones, his aim was rather off, he had too much on his mind. Today could be the day, everything could finally come into focus. 

As he broke over the brow of the hill he saw a camp to the east on a high hill, Knights of Anah; Tough armor, fine swords & wise elders.

Passing by them, Edge strolled up the path to the meeting area, firing a small stone off into the hills dense tents, to his own amusment a small yelp rode the bitter air.