Ethren wandered aimlessley through the wastelands, constantly alert. His right hand fell to the katana at his side as he heard a small russle of movement nearby. Continuing, he ignored the noise.
Probb'ly nothing... he thought, dismissing any chance of real danger nearby. After all, what could go wrong? He had wandered in this area almost his entire life. Ethren turned his head, looking over his shoulder again as the same rustling noise filled his ears. "Hello?" Ethren asked, his hand gripping the hilt of his katana.
Turning Ethren continued on whatever path destiny had chosen for him. Finnally, he could just barely see the outlines of a military fort.