It was really late. The village of Celestare had just finished dinner and most people were going to bed. Except for a young man, who had been visiting the village for about a week now. People only knew him by the name of "Z," though people suspected his real name was something else. He was a tall man with black hair and dark brown eyes with tan skin. He was frequently wearing all black and usually wore a friendly or serious expression.
Tonight, as the village became quiet, he crept to the edge of the Dark Forest, just on the outskirts of town. He had heard that some dark elves lived there, and that the people of the village feared them deeply. During his travels, he had encountered many creatures, some far scarier than what a dark elf sounded like. He had heard they were nocturnal and so very likely they would be awake at this time. He put his sword firmly in his sheath and made sure he had his two daggers secured in his jacket, then quietly started walking with only a dim-lit torch.
He walked for awhile, not finding anything except for some small creatures. Around midnight, he sat down in a clearing and rested on a fallen tree.
Tonight, as the village became quiet, he crept to the edge of the Dark Forest, just on the outskirts of town. He had heard that some dark elves lived there, and that the people of the village feared them deeply. During his travels, he had encountered many creatures, some far scarier than what a dark elf sounded like. He had heard they were nocturnal and so very likely they would be awake at this time. He put his sword firmly in his sheath and made sure he had his two daggers secured in his jacket, then quietly started walking with only a dim-lit torch.
He walked for awhile, not finding anything except for some small creatures. Around midnight, he sat down in a clearing and rested on a fallen tree.