The sun glistened over the horizon as Veira sat a top a short hill. She knew that if she were to get back to her home she needed to keep moving but she was to tired. Her feet were sore and her head was dizzy. she needed time to rest. Even if it was just a little, something was better than nothing. 

The blade swing swiftly at Xeno but he dodged just in time. Just inches away from the blade, he slides around the ogre tripping it as it's feet. A loud thud echoed through the forest followed with a scream. With this change Xeno grabbed the bag and ran.

With the fire burning in the back, Kragen shooed of his son. Once he left the room Kragen opened up a secret draw within the base of his mantle. There a scroll laid, engraved with ancient writing from centuries ago. A deadly black aura arose from rolled up paper. Nothing good seemed to be there