*In the morning*
The young man walked through the bright forest. It was alive with small creatures this morning. A small squirrel stopped on a nearby branch and peered down at the young man. He looked up and smiled.
His face was not incredibly beautiful but he was somewhat handsome. He was seen as a blessing in his village. The man continued down the worn path. He stepped over a large root that had grown out onto the path. He looked around and peered into the trees. He could see faint traces of fires far in the distance. He shook his head. The war was tearing the countries apart.
He looked farther up the path and saw some men walking towards him. One of them was dressed lightly. He looked like a mage; the other man had a heavy sword on one hip and a lighter dagger. He looked like a normal soldier. He must be an escort for the person. Though the young man wondered why a mage would ever need an escort. He shrugged.
The group was getting closer. He kept his head down. The soldier nodded slightly to the young man. He gave a slight nod back. They passed each other without a sound. The mage halted for a second.
“You there, do you have any magical items on your person?” He asked.
The young man stopped. He turned to look at the mage. He shook his head slowly. “Not any that I know of. Why?” He asked.
The mage looked him up and down. “Never mind.” The mage said slowly. “Sorry for disturbing you.” The mage said and turned away.
The young man smiled. “No problem.” He said politely.
The group of men continued on their way. When the group was out of hearing range, the young man took off his pack and untied the string connecting a sword covered in cloth to his pack. He uncovered the sword. The hilt glistened golden in the sun.
The young man sighed. “Carrying this thing around may cause me problems yet.” He said. He looked ahead and continued walking down the worn brown path through the forest.