After Calvarr had made it over the mountains just in time, he started to walk blindly through the dark and eerie forest, gathering some herbs and roots along the way for his poisons.
"Damn Sligs." He complained. "Always wrecking villages and leaving me and the others with no place to go. Then, even if we get to another town, the Sligs will blow that up and so until every town and village is torn down." Then, Calvarr slapped himself and told him to get a grip. "Complaining won't get myself anywhere, for now I need a place to rest."
Calvarr must have been walking for over an our in the endless forest. All of a sudden, hope had finally struck him. He saw a flickering light which his flawless eyes. Was it a camp or some kind of Inn, or was it a trap? For him, there was always only one way to find out. He ran running towards the light.
(OOC: Obviously you know where he's goanna end up.)
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