Snippet #2372136

In the shade of a young oak tree just shy of the edge of the Dead Root Forest rested a heavily armored figure draped in white cloth, leaning against the rough bark of the small tree. Upon a glance at this imposing figure one would think to themselves, 'how does a man keep his clothing so immaculately clean while on the road?' and indeed this man's cloak and mantle were a picture of purity. The answer to this question comes from this particular man's disposition, no matter how stubborn the stain Paladin Initiate Ceulan Anth could overcome it with his own pig-headed, indomitable will. Though he rested Ceulan was not inactive, with his visor flipped up he scribbled away in a small journal he kept, accounting the details of his journey including the expenses and distances traveled for later review.

At the sound of yelling Ceulan's head snapped up and he closed his journal, tucked it away inside his cloak and placed the piece of graphite he was using to make his etchings in roll of cloth to avoid marking his cloak. He had noticed the group was assembling at the edge of the forest edge in preparation to depart. Ceulan pulled on his gauntlet, buckled his sword belt and lurched to his feet to join them. He grabbed his ready pack from a low hanging branch as he stepped away from the tree and joined the group. One of the guides, Gerard, was denying any responsibility for the loss of any goods in the forest to be clear on this rule before entering the forest, this was fine by Ceulan who had few possessions of worth to lose. With that they set off, with the guide Hamlin at the front of the procession and Gerard at the back, Ceulan fell in line behind one of the merchants' wagons impatient for this leg of his quest to be over with.