[Funkduder]

Tauge Heridon
Morning rose and afternoon was well on its way when the dark elf decided to rest. The light wasn't the most comfortable thing to be under, so Tauge set up camp to wait until nightfall. Drafting up tents, and setting a fire seemed like the reasonable thing to do, but to Heridon, it drew too much attention. He was on a quest for vengeance, and he didn't want the wills of others won't get in his way.
"Not this time, at least," he thought. Setting himself up in the shade of a willow, he fell asleep in a state half alert and half in rest. Tauge had a strong attachment to the willow trees, and often found comfort under the shade of their long, widely-spread branches. He made his bow from its bark, and his arrows were carved from its branches soon after he had left Nath' Karond Harath...but that was a long time ago:
Walking out of the burrows, the tunnels that he was left in to die, Tauge caught site of the first signs of nature since his months of imprisonment, trials, and eventual punishment. "Abandoned?" Heridon thought, "Or free?"
Heridon had never seen wild life of this sort before. Here where the stars are seen and the moon makes the plant life glow and where the fireflies lead the way, Heridon wandered off to find new shelter, shelter which became an old willow tree.
Startled, Tauge drew his knife, if only to meet it with another.
"Woah, ho there now. We don't want to hurt you," the stranger stated. Heridon's "camp" was surrounded by masked men. There were about four or five including the guy in front of Tauge. All of them wore masks. All of them looked unfriendly, even the man near Heridon. Tauge observed these things, before predicting the outcome of the battle. Leaping into action, the man with the knife was stabbed and his knife dropped, caught, and thrown at another random robber. Tauge worked qiuickly, making his way to his bag by the time the bandits could surround him. Smirking, he only laughed and said, "Kill me, I know you can." But no one did. No one could, and Tauge left with what he wanted. A hundred dead corpses, a new set of clothes, and a clue. If evil was affecting ordinary men even more, than usual, which Tuage was pretty certain of, then his destination was getting closer.
Picking up his blood stained bag, he walked towards the river, miles away, to wash out the blood.