He stod there silently looking upon the clear blue water. A stranger to a new land and one of the most deplorable races most people thought. A barbarian born chieftan of a tribe far away now. This one young barbarian with his two-hand weapon hanging from his shoulder was named Thrice Von Drashmer. He came to the land with willingness not wanting to be around his own tribe to witch he had been designated a leader to once proving himself capable of fighting and what not.

The strange thing about thrice though was not the fact was that he was a barbarian, but he could use magic. He didn't find it oddthough when he had healed once long ago. He sighed as he stood there kicking a pebble into the placid lake surface. He unslung his two-hand from his shoulder and sat with the blade close beside him. "Now if only to see a living creature or person..." He poke in a quiet and dignified manner. He pulled from within a side bleted pouch a piece of dried meat and munched upon it quietly.

Silently, Zed crept up on the strange man eating. Moving closer, Zed pulled out his katana making a loud metaly noise. The wind blew gentley as the fallen angel pointed his sword towards the strangers back. "What Brings You to this Place?" Zed asked calmly as he tightly gripped his weapon. Readying to counter Zed awaited for the Mans reply.