Deac walked out of the forest into the clearing. After so much time in the dim light of the forest, he had to shield his eyes from the bright, unhindered sunlight. He stopped about 10 feet away from the forest surveyed the meadow as he slowly let his eyes adjust to the new level of brightness. He could still here the sounds of the forest, along with the sounds of the meadow. Soft gentle winds caressed the plant life, causing the grass to sway back and forth slowly, and the leaves in the tree to rustle. He could also hear the sounds of the wild life that he had gotten used to for the past three days crossing the forest. The howling, chittering, hissing and chirping was still making it's way to his small, pointed, fuzzy ears. They twitched in the direction of any sudden sounds, listening intently. The sound of a stream off the his left was also nice and clear. The washing current which he himself had dipped into occasionally proved vital to his three day trek.

After about a minute, his eyes were adjusted enough so that he did not have trouble seeing what was in front of him. He continued walking forward towards the end of the meadow, about five-hundred feet away. He noticed that there was a slight drop off as he approached the end of the flower-spotted meadow, and when he looked over, he realized he was standing on the edge of a hill. The hill was not to steep to walk on, but steep enough that you probably shouldn't run down it. It also did a good job at concealing the small town from anyone up here unless they got as close as Deac was to the edge. The down had irrigated the stream into it, so there was a smaller substream branching off from the main stream. He turned back to the meadow, He would take a little rest here. People in small towns were more often than not, hostile to his appearance, believing him to be some sort of aggressive beast or monster, and his size didn't help to calm them. No matter what he said, he always had difficulty presenting himself openly to most people. He found a downed tree close to the edge of the forest and walked back across the meadow towards it. Staring at the multi colored flowers along the way. Each one contributed to the pleasant medley of aromas that made it's way to Deac's shiny wet nose. After about a minute he made it to the log and took a seat. He pulled out his pouch and brought out a dried strip of meat. He closed the bag and returned it to its place on his waist. He began to eat the smoky-tasting jerky as he planned the visit to the town. He had to buy another sharpening stone for his sword, as it was getting dull. He glanced at the heavy sheath on his side, though not for any reason.

He finished the jerky and lowered himself onto the ground, reclining against the log. He put his hand against his sword and closed his eyes, hoping to catch a quick nap before he went to the town. Or, at least a rest, He did not sleep, but was more in a state of deep rest, breathing slowly, yet aware of his surroundings.

He removed the bag