[Center][H2][color=662d91]Ysran[/color][/h2][/center]

[i][color=662d91]"Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty! Oh won't you please take me home!"[/color][/i]

Where did that come from? Guess he was more bored than he thought. Weird. Well, it'd been at least 20 minutes, and still nothing. No tracks seemed to be changing, and there weren't any more paths to take. Just how long was this road? With any luck, he'd hoped for some sort of civilization. 

His stomach growled. Uh oh. Someone was getting hungry. Taking a look in his bag, he found a few dried fruits. They didn't always taste the best, but they'd have to do. They tasted like fruity beef jerky, expectedly. Hmm... he was still a little hungry. Maybe there's a lake nearby? Fish could be good. He'd try that.

Pulling his blade out, he walked to the treeline. Nicking the trees as he went on, he hoped that it would help him find his way back. Then again, it might dull his blade, too. Eh, he'd sharpen it later if he needed to. He would occasionally look for increased activity. Where there's water,  there's more plants, and animals looking for said water. Who knows? Maybe there'd be somebody hunting out here?