Pine Grove - Wagon
Now that Azeruk was getting settled into he wagon and a little less on edge, he finally felt it was time to open up and answer Zena's question. Azeruk placed both his hands on either side of his helmet and pulled it off his head, revealing a rather young man, no older than 20, with brown hair and eyes. His days of running through the forest was reflected in the soft tan of his skin. This man that had helped the group in a pinch was but a boy. He wore a somewhat grim expression on his face at the moment, reflecting how troubling this situation still was to Azeruk.
"Well, I guess I must ask first, what do you know of this forest?", Azeruk asked Zena.
Now that Azeruk was getting settled into he wagon and a little less on edge, he finally felt it was time to open up and answer Zena's question. Azeruk placed both his hands on either side of his helmet and pulled it off his head, revealing a rather young man, no older than 20, with brown hair and eyes. His days of running through the forest was reflected in the soft tan of his skin. This man that had helped the group in a pinch was but a boy. He wore a somewhat grim expression on his face at the moment, reflecting how troubling this situation still was to Azeruk.
"Well, I guess I must ask first, what do you know of this forest?", Azeruk asked Zena.
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