Warlynd woke up to the sound of fire, startled. He was scared, until he saw Xalia standing over fire pit, cooking. She smiled at him, and he stood up from his bed. The moment he did, it hit him. Death. He could feel it. From across the room, his head smiled. He felt it too. It seemed to be coming from the direction of Sap, a town not too far from his current home. After eating his breakfast of pork, he picked up his head, and started looking for his whip.

"Xalia, have you seen my spine?" All he got back in return was a laugh, as that sentence always seemed funny to her.

"I think it's over by your bed." Warlynd checked by his bed, and it was there.

"Thanks, I'm going to be out for at least a day, keep everything safe." She said she always did, and proceeded to hug him. He "nodded" to her, and walked out the door.

When he got out of his house, he was in a cave. (His house is in a cave.) He followed it outside, and got on his horse, Talfina, who was waiting for him at the cave entrance. He hopped on her, and directed her in the direction of Sap. Warlynd started along his way, with his head under his arm, and his whip in his hand. He passed by many travelers, but most of them just stopped and stared, or ran away from him as fast as possible. He just shrugged them off as they weren't worth his time. He usually wouldn't be in this mindset, but he was preoccupied. As he got closer and closer to Sap, he could feel the death stronger and stronger. He was basking in its glory, really, with how much he was waiting for it, as it was more pungent, so pungent, in fact, that it was like he could almost taste it, but his splendor stopped when he felt a gap in the death. It wasn't like someone was a killer, because they feel different. What he felt, was someone who wasn't killing, quite the opposite really. People were recovering from wounds, somewhere nearby. He feared that this might be a problem, especially if he just went in to try and kill them. So he put on his head, hid his whip, and started casually wandering around on his horse. He didn't want to seem like someone gifted with the art of death, so he put on an innocent warrior look, hoping to fool anyone who saw him, just in case they did.