[center][h1]Ailred Enbanise[/h1][/center]

After a rather brisk walk, Ailred found himself entering the tree line of the forest. Taking in a deep breath, he enjoys the fresh smells of the wilderness as it enters his nose. It was not to say that the smells of the village were bad, but nothing can quite compare to more earthy and floral smell of nature. It was comforting, to say the least. 

Once he had taken in all he wanted, he begins to walk in the woods of the tree line. It didn’t take him long to start finding what he was looking for. Scattered under trees and in the wild grass, certain plants caught his eye immediately. Medical herbs and green grasses. Any herbalist worth one’s salt should be able to know these items at sight. They’re the materials of most basic potions sold within the realm, after all. Nodding to himself, he starts plucking up the two, filling his material bag with a decent haul.

Materials snug within his bag, he makes his way back along the tree line towards the path he had taken from the village. As he does though, his attention falls to something not far out from the woods. 

The Graveyard.

Such somber places aren’t his cup a tea. Not like most people would say otherwise. But in looking towards the graveyard, he can’t help but feel that something...just doesn’t seem right about it. Like a disturbance in the air coming from it. Rather curious about this feeling, Ailred takes to leaning on a tree, taking the chance to scan the site a little more closely from the (relative) safety of the woods.