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As Kyle wandered through the forest, he left a trail of breadcrumbs as he walked. Well not [i]bread crumbs[/i] exactly, just he more or less left something that could help him find his way home. Kyle had, in his pouch attached to his belt, the blade of what used to be a small dagger. The handle had been broken off a long time ago, leaving only the thing sharp metal behind, in which Kyle would use to mark a tree every so often. He would quickly and quietly make a small mark on certain tree's, an irregular looking triangle with a fourth point at the bottom. He liked using that made up mark as a sign that it was a mark to lead him home, so if anyone else saw it they would not understand its meaning. Kyle kept his eyes open and his senses turned on for any sign of wildlife, but mostly was dissapointed by being startled by squirrels and birds. He once thought he saw the wolf, which when he went to investigate it turned out to be a deer. Hopes dashed, Kyle continued walking forward, realizing soon he was going to need food or water. 

Kyle noticed a slight change in the air, and started to smell something....well not wonderful but better smelling than anything else in these woods. Kyle wandered closer to the smell, and when he was within eyesight of the strange group that the smell originated from, Kyle quickly hid himself behind a tree. He was not sure if he was seen or not, but better to take pre cautions. He felt the tree he was hiding behind, saw it was rather tall, placed his feet against the tree trunk, and found a decent piece of broken bark to grab a hold of. Kyle thought of climbing the tree, but thought of hiding in the bushes in front of him instead. Kyle examined the group with interest, and with every second passing he was more sure he did not want to get involved. 

There were beautiful women in this group, and a rather odd looking man, and he had an intense feeling these people were going to be trouble. Call it a gut instinct but he learned to trust his gut. Kyle reached inside his pocket and felt the necklace he had obtained, hoping that he was not going to die today. But hell, if there was one thing he was good at it was talking his way out of any given situation. Even if it did involve weapon crazy hot blooded fighters.

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