Parell awoke to a scream. This annoyed him since he still felt quite groggy and needed more rest. [i][color=fff79a]"Oh well, may as well get moving now. Spirits aren't going to free themselves,"[color][/i] he thought, dusting himself off from under the tree. [color=fff79a][i]"This tree served as good cover for the night. I'll remember it."[/i][/color] He stood up and stretched his arms and legs, yawning. 

[i][color=fff79a]"I guess I should get dressed, too,"[/color][/i] he thought, unravelling his sack and taking his armour out. He felt a feeling of satisfaction as each piece clicked into place. It was silvery-covered but have a gold sheen that made it seem like it was glowing; truly a great gift. Yet it wasn't a gift. He took it from the body of a raised paladin he had freed. It carried a lot of memories and helped him to focus holy energy, despite it not being his affinity. 

Parell began moving, heading in a seemingly random direction. He was a wanderer, with a strong sense of justice that got him into trouble. He easily got out alone of most situations unscathed, bar one - the entire village that hosted the necromancer was destroyed. This hurt him dearly; whilst they hadn't exactly been the most hospitable, they had helped him in the end, and paid the ultimate price - un-life. They had been raised from the dead. And he couldn't even exorcise them for some reason; they were pulled down into the depths of hell. The experience left mental scars, and thus he never got involved with large parties of people any more - for their sake.

As all these thoughts ran through his head, his eye caught a man wildly running towards him. Taking a look at him, it didn't seem like he was from around here, as his clothing was odd. He seemed around the same age as him, albeit more scrawny. He would wave at him. [color=fff79a]"Hello!"[/color] He didn't realise he was still heading towards him.

[@mmarage]