Dust scattered with each step. Like the pounding of a hammer on an anvil, Ralthavar mount stomped towards his destination; the port town of Arunin. It was here he would gather his group for the Well of Wishes. he had tried to cross the mountains of the Orclands into Ayya, but the path was much too treacherous to traverse alone. His body was matted with blood and dirt of foes of the past, including a foolish band of bandits who wanted to life more than his money. On his back was their equipment, which he hoped to sell for some money on the road, or trade for supplies. The day was just beginning in Arunin, and if Ralthavar had his way, he'd be out before sundown.

After putting his boar in the stables, his first stop was towards a smithy to see if he could make some money selling the metals of the equipment. The smith there only brought the weapons and the body armor, the smaller metals like the gauntlets and grieves being too low quality for him to rework. This left Ralthervar with armored boots, gloves, and a dagger. Since he was already quite well equipped, he didn't need these things. But he held onto them in the event that he could trade them off. Leaving the smith with a small sum of gold, he headed towards the tavern for food and drink. If he was fortunate, he could even find some others who would be interested in traveling with him to the Well of Wishes.