[Center][h3][color=00a651]Malkus[/color][/h3]
[Color=00a651]Location:[/color] Somewhere north of Salarn.
[Color=00a651]Interacting with:[/color] No one in particular.[/center]

It wasn't his idea of a smart move. Given the chance Malkai's would rather test his luck in the city rather than rough it in the wilds. But he knew that being in Salarn was just going to be trouble. At best people wouldn't trust him. But more than likely they'll lynch him for some perceived slight, like stealing bread or something. Which is something he'd do, so all the more reason not to bring more trouble to himself.

But on the downside, Malkus only had a rudimentary knowledge of survival. He had a book which helps him identify plants, but frankly they all looked the same to him. Animals were pretty good at hiding too, so the chances for him to bag a rabbit or bird seemed unlikely. Fortunately he did have two days worth of trail rations on him, even if they did taste like leather. And Malkus was no stranger to hunger anyways. Still, if he could get his own food, that's save him supplies.

The half orc was just making his way through the forest when he heard voices. Immediately he got low tide the grow and practically vanished into the shadows. He looked around anyways narrowed the voiced to a single location. Sneaking forward he detected a large group set up at a campsite. There were some orcs, but the group smelled predominantly human. He disliked groups and planned to leave. But that's when he saw [i]her[/i]. 

Her golden hair reflected the sun's rays like a water's surface. Her eyes were as blue as the sky and as deep as an ocean. Her skin was light yet fair, the color of innocence. Her smile was like a beautiful painting and her laughter made Malkus woes disappear. [i][Color=00a651]”Who is this girl?”[/color][/i] Malkus wondered. [i][Color=00a651]”How can I talk to her?”[/color][/i] He wanted so badly to know this girl. She seemed to be quite friendly and spoke to some of the others in the group. Were she alone Malkus would just walk up to her and speak, but with so many people around he hesitated to approach.

Instead Malkus left, but stayed close enough to hear. Perhaps there will be an opportunity to catch the girl alone. Then he could meet her. So Malkus crawled underneath a bush where no one would find him and just laid there. His feet were tired anyways: he could use a short rest. Making himself comfortable Malkus stayed under the bush, biding his time. Listening for that voice and wondering who she is.

As he laid in wait, Malkus took out his flute and began to play softly, emulating birds. Or so he hopes. He played no specific song, simply letting his fingers make the tune. His soft melody calmed him, allowing him to forget for just a moment that he was on the run, fighting for survival.