Korlash looked at Jin with a pained face. "No. I would have never done anything like that. It may seem silly now, but I was exiled for killing animals when I was young. I would deliberately go out of my way and hunt the animals, kill them and eat them. One day I went and hunted a bear. It was a long and bloody fight. The bear had been terrorizing our village for so long. I thought I had finally freed our village and thought I would be loved, but I wasn't. They hated me. They had revered the bear as a god, as a herald, the symbol for the slow end of our village. I had stopped that. I saved our village. What do I get? A scar carved into my face and back and become forever cast out. like a dog." Korlash took a deep breath. that was the first time he had told his story to anyone, and it felt good. He looked around the desert. What he saw made him walk faster. 

Off in the distance, there was a bandit camp, but it looked as though it was empty for the time, which was not good. That meant they were out searching. He walked a little faster hoping to reach the forest soon.