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[center][color=steelblue][h1]Rothar[/h1][/color][/center]

Rothar strode through the road, with the bulk of his armor jingling in his backpack. He wore a leather shirt and thick pants and boots, the heat in the morning was horrible to be in plate armor, and he was forced out of it. Still, the border with the Demon Lord's territories drew near, as the forest besides him grew sparser with every step.

Looking at the other side he could see the grass in a meadow, with mountains in the back and sparse clouds above. At his back, laid the road to safety, to the civilized world, and to the town that had housed him for the last week, in attempts to prepare for his journey. In fron of him, by contrast, laid the waste of the Demon Lord's deeds, even though he didn't see them yet, he knew they were there.

He looked at the mountains in the distance and saw how they grew more and more white while going in his direction, no doubt a signal of the grasp that the devilish forces had on the region. He fished a pocket of his backpack for a gulp of water, and thought to have heard something in the forest.

He put back the water and put his right hand on his sword. He mumbled a prayer to the Light and quickly unsheathed the blade, turning around to see a figure in the sparse woods besides him. It seemed human, it seemed bulky, and it had definitely seen him, but Rothar could not decide if it was a friend or foe, due to the trees between them. He dropped the backpack and spoke to the figure.

[color=steelblue]Who's going there? Show yourself![/color] He waited for the figure to move