[Poggio]

His travels had taken him some what after then the mystic orient then he expected. He did not care so much about the distination as long as the journey was fun. Idly his fingers strummed over the large instrument he held. It was rather a strange feat, to be able to carry such a large sitar and play it while walking considering it was mostly a stationary instrument. Each time his body swayed, something made music to accompany the tune produced by his fingers. Arching his head towards the heavens he drew in a deep breath. The world smelled of rain and blood in this area.

Niaz had taken care since entering the forest to avoid the usual pathways traversed by people. Many times he had to pause his music at the mere sight of a large over head shadow. Some times it was a bird, other times it was a beast much larger and sounded more deadly. There was also the rumor of a secret army hiding and gathering, though the reasons for that were unclear. Many informed him of a man full of malice behind the army, with red bolts that could kill a man if struck. Again his gingling feet switched directions, this time in the path of what sounded like running water. He was relieved once he found it, licking his chops, Niaz abandoned his instrument near a tree, as he held back the veil of black hair that shrouded his body. He dipped his head in first before gulping down the fresh cool water from the spring.