Ezakiel trudded through the forest. This was..What? The forth passge he had to travel through on the way to the northern villages. His small leather bag was slid on his shoulder, and his trusty knife Azadal in it's sheath. A long sigh sigh escaped Ezakiel. Though, a flash of movement in the corner of his eye shook him steadily feom his thoughts. Instinctively, his hand reached for Azadal. His brows furrowed as he quickly turned each way, his eyes searching the greenery. "Hello?!" He yelled.
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