Marcus followed Radley through the trees heading in the direction of where the main road was located. "I am from a mountain range for the far north named by the surrounding villages as the Impassable Mountains. Within those mountains is a clan of ice users that created a village in one of the valleys hidden by large glacier sheets that can only be opened by people that control the will of ice itself. It is even difficult for mages specialized in ice to enter the village as they do not have a connection to the ice like my clan does." He explained to the traveling monk as they broke out on the the main road and started on their way to Starter Town. 

"Where do you come from Radley? Do you come from a monastery or from an actually village?" Marcus asked the man as he could tell that they were coming to the end of the forest. A smile twitched at the edge of his lips as he felt excitement that they were almost to the town that could be a lot of fun for him if the festivals lived up to his expectations. That was when he heard a snarl from the edge of the road and than a howl from a not so far off wolf causing Marcus to dig into his pack for the cooked rabbit ready to throw it if the wolves decided to come closer.