Hunt

Upon a small hill carrying a weeping tree sporting atypically coloured leaves, being a bright purple instead of the more common fiery orange, many different colouration could be found if one wandered enough in the nature of this realm, the nature of this particular tree allowed for three men to go unnoticed as they observed the nearby edge giving into a deep void of green.

No longer garbed in their former clothing, instead wearing simple attires offered by the locals, although very much lacking in anything beyond practicality, they were far from uncomfortable on one's skin.

One seemed older than the rest, a big, bushy brown beard covering the lower half of his face, giving the impressed that there were no mouth to be found as it grew invisible unless in motion, his face carried the marks of past, brutal encounter, scars running long and deep all across the visage, the top of his left ear had been cleanly nicked off.