[Trakadon]

Lebanen stood at a fork in the road. A heavy brown cloak draped over his body with the cowl covering his head. A light breeze causing the tail of the cloak to flutter.

"Which way?" he said to himself. Lebanen had been traveling for what seemed like weeks now. He made the decision to leave the town after it was nearly discovered that he was a forger. But in his haste to leave he had forgot to bring a map and there was no point in forging a new one if he did not know the landscape of the area.