[Kanobei]

Merok walked with his eyes to the ground letting his mind drift into the dream world. Basically, he was a walking zombie at this point. Dreams of glory did not invade this young man. Instead, he though of what lay beyond the endless sea of snow. His clan weren't known to be the exploring type. Nay, they always dreamed of battle, fame, and fortune.

There was a few in the past that went out into the world. None, however, had returned to their quiet side of the world. Only a few centuries ago, the Council had forbidden anyone from leaving. They wanted to pursue the never-ending conflict with the trolls and the occasional band of human filth that seemed to creep up from the east. The trolls however, were common, strong, and just plain old dumb.

He hardly noticed as the young priestess in training ran straight into him. Even though she fell hard to the floor, the only reaction she got out of him was a faint grunt as he continued towards the orphanage.