The Old Ones

-Alexis Lycan, 18 Years Old-

Light rain pelts the assembled group as they march through the woods. At its head is Alexis, donning his silver armor and carrying his trusty sword. A fine cloak is draped over him to protect from the elements.

Three days had passed since the tense confrontation inside of the manor. Though the Hero eventually relented, he still thinks poorly of the Duke. As a result, the last few days had passed with an awkward atmosphere. Then suddenly, an urgent message arrived from a scout telling of dangerous monsters gathering in the eastern woods. Alexis had immediately mustered a contingent of skilled soldiers and set out at once.

"We are getting close to the reported area; everyone be on your guard." Alexis cautions, his voice echoing off of the surrounding trees.