It had been quite some time since Demetrius had ventured outside of his own little forest. Sure, the Owlbears and Nymphs were decent company, especially to an outcast such as himself, but Demetrius felt the overwhelming desire to venture out this day. He wouldn't go far, though. He had no reason to move past the Estolad Village nor any desire to. He simply wanted to...walk. Lately, he had been training himself with his blade, trying to master his swordsmanship without relying on that strength. His skill, and his alone, should be suffice enough to deal with any trouble that comes his way, especially with his private trainings in the way of the Paladin. Holy magic and using a sword would be his top two priorities, so he had to go out to see if there was any way to increase his knowledge of the subjects.

The Goddess of Life had blessed him with message in his sleeping, showing him that he was not far from his goal, despite his affliction. He was to use his weakness as a strength if he wanted to be a true warrior, but even after such wise words, he was reluctant to call forth such a hideous curse. Deciding instead to try and find tutors or rivals to increase his strength in both swordplay and Light magic, Demetrius left his home deep in the forest and searched. Along the way, he met a simple hunter. This hunter was from Estolad, and one look at Demetrius and he fired an arrow. The entire village of Estolad was warned of a terrible werebeast that lived outside of their residence, with platinum blond hair and brilliant, bright blue eyes. Despite the many lives Demetrius had saved and the countless demons and ghouls he risked his life to drive away from their homes, he was still labeled a monster. A bounty large enough to support a four-man family for six months was on his head, and he was constantly attacked by the same lot he swore to protect.

Despite such harsh conditions, he never faltered. True conviction in justice and honor was the true code of the Paladin. Demetrius would be shaming his own name by succumbing to the pitiful emotions that rose up with his primal instincts when such severe actions were placed against him. Without the proper training, Demetrius could snap and raid the entire village. That's why he fought every day. That's why he trained. Not to defeat the strongest demons. Not to prove the villagers wrong. Not even to uphold a Paladin's code. No, he fought to better himself. To defeat himself. The beast that resided in him. With enough heart and will, his beast was his own to call upon and tame. But even with such a leash on his other side, Demetrius still feared bringing out it's power unless it was absolutely necessary. That's why he was here, on the outskirts of the forest, walking along the dirt path that lead to the crossroads. To fight someone to help him completely suppress it. With his longsword slung on his back and his spellbook at his side, the casual Demetrius continued his trek, hoping to cross someone of similar appearance to a Paladin.