[Trakadon]

Lebanen stopped a few feet from the tree line and gazed into the trees trying to pick out shapes amongst them. He knew there was someone there but couldn't see them amongst the shadows the trees cast. With a sense of being watched, Lebanen reaches into his cloak and grips the handle of his sword.

Lebanen stood there with for awhile pondering his next move. Should he risk drawing his sword without knowing an opponents strength? He wasn't even sure if there was someone there to begin with.