A cool summer breeze swept across the plains, causing the grass to ripple like waves rolling over a bright green sea. The single tree in the midst of the plain swayed, and it’s leaves rustled. There was a man sitting at the base of the tree, dressed in simple grey clothes with leather padding added to it around his arms, legs, and chest as rudimentary armor. Two swords were strapped to his belt; one was in a black sheath, one in a white sheath. The man lifted his face skywards to feel the breeze, his long hair floating along with the wind as it flowed around him. He closed his eyes and smiled for a second, content to be there, with no distractions, no orders, nobody to distract him. He could simply sit back and observe the flow of the world around him. Then he heard the rustling of footsteps. He lowered his head, donned a slight frown, and prayed that whoever it was didn’t bother him.
The footsteps stopped. “You!”
Damn it. The man sighed, opened his eyes, and st