[i][b]Somewhere on the outskirts of Hawic...[/b][/i]

Cerise woke with a startle. it appeared that he had accidentally rolled off the couch and onto the cold, hard floor of the caravan. he stood up, rubbing his head, moving his disheveled hair with each movement. his arms then laid to his sides, as he yawned, and then he reached for an apple on the table. 

[color=a0410d]"I've got to be more careful,..."[/color]

taking a bite of the delicious, red skinned apple, he looked out of the caravan's window, seeing a figure trying to take a small bundle of wood from Cerise's property.

[color=a0410d]"Ugh, this little brat again.."[/color]

he threw the apple core into the trash, and wiped his mouth, grabbing a decent sized wooden club from behind the door, then, opning the door, he shouted.

[color=a0410d]"Hey! Get off my damn property!"[/color]

the kid took notice of him, turning and running off. he shook his head, closing the door.

[color=a0410d]" I could really use a nice cup of coffee right now.."[/color]


shortly after mumbling this to himself in his half-awake, half-asleep stupor, he pours himself a cup, drinking it down.

several minutes later, he walks outside, having grabbed the necessary equipment for the day, and took in a deep, slow breath.

[color=a0410d]"ah, what a great time to be alive."[/color]

Looking outwards, he spots what appears to be a small skirmish of troops from both kingdoms involved in the war around the area.

[color=a0410d]"...this close already, not good...."[/color]