Board Thread:Role Play/@comment-26852465-20160111003809

The sounds of bugs buzzing, birds singing, and the near gale of a wind sliced through the summer afternoon, the forest rich with beauty and life. Through the path beaten by merchants and travellers, a male travelled alone. There was brightness in his eyes, a smile on his face, and the posture of a greenhorn adventurer. He was dressed in what looked like heavy armor, though it didn't seem to burden their wearer. It didn't clank like metal, either. Despite all that, it seemed to resemble the armor of an Order soldier...

This male stopped near the river, seating himself; sighing in relief as his joints popped here and there, uncorking his flash to refill it with river water. He hummed to himself, all the while, seemingly not a care in the world. 