Vindle walked into a short alleyway. This was basically his home, though it was only a a massive amount if cardboard boxes all together so if could hardly be called a home. Most of the boxes had his weapons that he never used so Vindle usually slept up in a tree. He picked up a sword with a thin but very sharp blade.
"Well, eitherr friends or I need to train more with this. Or both, yeah both would be nice." he said to himself.