John looked out from the front guard tower for any sign of people. It was clear. Good. Though he couldn't help feeling a little bit disappointed as he climbed town and left the town on his hunt. He would like someone to help. Someone to talk to. He wasn't used to solitude. He had always had his parents. And now he didn't. He shook any depressing thoughts off and headed into the forest, thoughts of warmth tonight enticing him to focus on the hunt.