Aaron was resting against the tree looking out to the plains, in the far distance he could see few people traveling to the city, some cattle grazed closer to where he was, along with what was a calf laying only 50 meters away from him. The cattle stayed a good distance away from him. He scratched his head lightly and looked around and suddenly got extremely bored. He started thinking to himself If I change now...those people in the distance will run towards the city to get everyone..I'll be screwed if I did that..

He looked east and saw a few black dots, from where he was they looked like a tribe of Orc's, and if it was anything in the world he hated most, it was Orcs. He sighed as his vision began to blur he blinked once and nothing happened, then when he blinked for a second time he didn't open his eyes, Before to long he was sound asleep.

Aaron woke to some sticks breaking, sitting up he took a swift look with blurred eyes around the area. He saw nothing but heard a few more sticks breaking, Something was close and he knew it, technically he felt it, a chill down his spine. What ever it was it was moving slowly and loudly. ..Stupid Orcs.. he looked around again after rubbing his eyes, it was well past dusk perfect time for the things that go 'bump' at night. Standing up he stretched almost blacking out in the process

"Gah..this is getting really lame..." he shouted to no one. He was at-least a few miles away from the city because he saw the flicking of few lights, also he had nothing with him. No water, no food, plenty of Fire wood..but no matches or flint. He wasn't really hungry this time anyways. But the noise in the background was getting a little to close for him. He shouted out in the woods only to hear a cracking of leaves and sticks.

He sat down staring towards the sound waiting for something to happen, He can't tell if its a Human, Demon, or..anything for that matter, its sent is well hidden..

Juste approached out of some nearby trees unaware of Aaron's presense. He had been led here by instinct. He didn't usually follow his instinct but at the moment he had nothing else to do at the moment. His instinct had stopped him here for some reason so he decided to take a look around. He was only midly suprised to see somebody here but ignored him. this man had nothiing to do with Juste so he gave no heed to him and continued on further.

Aaron stood up watching a dark figure cross between the trees he spoke out to it in a low toned voice "Hello?" He started to creep forward to where he saw the figure, slowly walking placing his steps carefully trying not to make any sounds to alert the figure. Which was probably already alerted to his presences. Aaron stopped a few feet away from the next tree and stood straight up and laughed to himself Okay if it was a threat he'd would of attacked me, But if I wanted a fight I would follow him, since I don't I might as well go back to the other tree and sleep till morning. With his mind made up he decided to turn around and go back to what he was originally doing, which was nothing but sleeping.

It wasn't instinct nor a drive for adventure that led Callistus D'Torre into the woods this day. It wasn't a random choice, either. No, every movement that Callistus made in his daily life was made with a purpose. Every footstep, deliberate. Every smile, calculating. There was always a reasoning behind every action he took, be it a pleasant wave to his neighbors or the clothing he chose to wear for the day. Today, Callistus was dressed to steal. He wore a common outfit. Drab peasant trousers topped off with a plain dress shirt. It was a little more refined to match his tastes, but other than that, Callistus looked as "usual" as the next townsperson. Nothing special. Just another, albiet more wellkept, face in the crowd.

He watched his target carefully, taking notes in his mind. Brown hair, black eyes. Thin appearance. Short compared to the average human, although Callistus wasn't much better off in the height department, seeing how he was only 5'8. Judging by the other guy's demeanor, he wasn't out looking for a fight or anything. He was too busy sleeping to expect anybody. Callistus clicked his teeth in disappointment when, instead of noticing the pale haired fellow walking around, he simply fell back asleep. Too bad. He'd have to witness the brunette's fighting skill (or lack thereof) firsthand.

Callistus stepped forward, out from behind the tree. He made sure that his dagger was in its place, ready for the stabbing if needed. With a smile, he approached the sleeping maybe-twenty-year-old.

"Excuse me," He kept his voice gentle, almost at a lofty tone. "I'm sorry to wake you, kind sir, but I'm afraid I'm a little lost. Could you spare some time to help me find my way?"

Keros calmly watched the two men, while perched on a tree. Perhaps he was not in the form of a dragon, but he could still act a tad like one. As if there was any tree that could support a dragon's weight. Frowning, Keros stared at the suspicious newcomer. He watched his hand, and wondered why it was hidden away. Keros had the sinking suspicion that the man concealed a weapon. His eyes suddenly started flickering rapidly from ocean blue to silver-white. "No...no, Kerosastrasz...not now, not here, I don't need you..."

Hacile seen all these people over here, obviously scared to talk to each other for fear of fighting. He decided to have a discussion with them. He flew down slowly to make sure they weren't surprised. He flew down about 30 feet away from all of them. He sat down and asked "So how are you fine sir's doing today?"