The Dead Woods || Looter - Sinarin || Private

Even in the bright light of dawn, the place gave off a creepy chill. Everywhere he looked it seemed like all the vegetation had long since given up on life, skeletal forms of trees rising from a fog that the sun had yet to burn away. Ears swiveled, but Sinarin couldn't hear any sounds of wildlife either, just the rustle of fallen leaves in the wind. Well, it was definitely the type of place most people would avoid. He doubted anyone on the up and right would come near this spot, but he'd heard some interesting tales...

It was enough to peak his interested and have him traveling to reach this spot. He had heard that most folks who went in weren't seen again, but if they were vagabonds like himself, well that wasn't exactly rare. They'd probably just kept on moving on. But this was a good place to cache some treasures one didn't want found, and he was about to see if he could find any of those 'hidden' spots and dig up some good loot for himself.

With a shake to prepare both mind and body, the thief started forward into the wood, unconsciously loosening his daggers and throwing knives in their sheaths with a touch of silver teke. He was going to be ready should anything spooky happen. Just because he was taking the risk of coming in here, didn't mean he wasn't going to be prepared for some ruffian to try jumping him.

The dual colored stallion paused a moment a little ways into the woods, head turning left and right. There was a light gravel path to his right he could move easily down, or he could just head straight on in. To his left was a little stream, looking clear and surprisingly alive in this dreary place, filling the air with a whisper of welcome sound. At least if he followed that or the gravel path, he'd have something to stick too so he didn't wind up lost like the fellas in the stories he kept hearing. And near the stream he'd have water.