Felix was glad the man didn't attack him. But now he was worried about other things. Felix had noticed the wounds on the horse's neck, and Felix tended to know bites when he saw them. Felix knew not what manner of creature left those bites, if any. But even so, he wasn't keen on meeting it after all that had happened that day.

About an hour or so later, Felix realised something. He was traveling through lands that were supposed to be at war, but there was not a single sign that such a war was taking place. [i]'Are the front lines elsewhere?'[/i] Felix thought to himself [i]'Maybe it's over...Probably not. But who knows'[/i].

After another 10 minutes of walking, some stone covered hills peered over the horizon. As he drew closer, Arron caught sight of several figures that were too small to by human. Judging by the diminutive stature of the distant figures, Felix was fairly certain that they were dwarves. And so with the hope that the dwarves that he was about to pass were friendlier than the man he'd just met, Felix continued onward.