A man walked once through the Wildwood, hands tucked behind his back casually, clad in form fitting clothes and leather armor. At his side hung an ax, but it was clipped and not at the ready. His head was free of hair, but for a bright ginger beard that dusted along his jawline. His royal blue eyes stared forth at the road, dark as the day grew. He seemed at ease, unbothered and unworried. The darkness of the tall trees didn’t hinder his gait.
