Deep within the forest, Uruvion was sitting on a large rock in front of the campfire that was starting to burn out after a long night of him tending to it. His hands were folded in front of his face and he rested his elbows on his knees, he was obviously deep in thought. He watched the last flame die down, a bit of blonde hair covering one of his eyes, and smoke started to rise from the black ash. As he watched it, he turned his head towards the body of a bandit that had attacked him last night. It was laying face down, lifeless, beside the campfire. He didn't know why the man attacked him, but he had to act in self defense and it was Uruvion, or the bandit. The brown leather on his boots stretched a bit as he stood up. He looked at the body, closing his eyes and bowing his head as he finally re-sheathed his sword into the scabbard at his side. The hilt met the top of the sheath with a small *clink* when they met and he opened his eyes, looking into the forest. He didn't know where he was going, but he felt like he had to keep moving. 

Before he departed, he knelt down to the body of the bandit, not to pay his last respects, but to pillage anything he could take that would be of use or value to him. He was able to take a small bag of gold, and a silver dagger to add to his own. Standing back up, he nodded to the lifeless body of the bandit. "Many thanks" he said in a kind sounding voice with a slight bow before continuing into the woods, unknowingly heading towards Alber.