Far away from the east, there stood bearded man that bordered his identity with such personality...
The day was sun high, the streams of waterfall sounded almost on the whole background, with a little glimpse of birds chirping, lied down a young girl, tender and considered white skinned. Eohilda, her name was. While her sword be put beside her, while she was enjoying a fond bath, barely with anything attached to her skin. Yet suddenly, Up in the pale distance, crying voices was heard, like being tortured, or caught by wild animals.
''Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuw!!!''
Another scream cried out in the wind, and went deep into the woods beyond rocky area with a strong waterfall. ''I SEE YOU CHILDREN!'' - Eohilda would have suddenly stood from her post, grabbing her blade besides, while observed whence the voice came from. It was a man, packed with mysterious robe and hood, his beard was long, provided he was old in Eohilda's perspective. The mad man cried out, ''The person to whom you shall ASK!'' his eyes flickered like a wolf and glaring at her sharply. Relenting his arm in the air, ''Now approach child, to find the lost or stay there in the rock forever lost and NAKED!'' he began to laugh like crazy moving back into the forest. What went next after, that Eohilda went red with her cheeks, she quickly be covered her tits by her idle arms whilist her others carrying a blade which was pointed to the strange man, but soon be lowered due to the weight that she cannot bear all the way. "Now I wonder why I wouldn' pic' the town path..." Drifting her eyes after the wolf which was beside the man. "Good thing tha' ol' bastard didn' wake the wolv."
The man glared at her, clutching his thin chest, ''Good Bema, she listens my words!'' he cried out looking to the air, and he paused letting his speech to hang before continuing, ''You, wanderer of the plains and lost memories, so you HAVE come to listen my words! Eohilda grew with confusion, but waryness, she approached with steady steps, she hesitated to unsheath her blade, instead putting her hand by the hilt, the way of walk can be described as crouchs. " Sneakin' through women's bath, not entirely pushin' yer luck, 're ya'?" Her tone however, was pissed while her face was trying to be. The man spoke nonlessly in Eohilda's perspective, taking bones onto his arms and casting unknown words to it, neither of the conversation he spoke of his name, but Eohilda took a name of "Nathwa" which meant, "The name of the unknown".
After what a long conversation, the day would have turned darker, as the sun was beginning to fall, Eohilda had no choice but to shelter the man with provisions and rest in her outpost, yet she seemed that the man can be trusted, and so she brought him. They talked later in camp, hours by hours the embodiment of acquiantance would have begun to slip, they laughed by silly actions and such. But soon, time must depart them both, for they path on different road, Eohilda would have never forgotten of his words, which seemed mysterious but also wise at both times. Neither who was he, she shall find him again, after what current matters in her hand were be dealt.
