The Exile wandered around in this new land he discovered. the land around him bore trees, animals not more and not less. The Exile felt that he was infact alone on this place, that maybe he could make this place a new homeland, like the homeland that the wizards of the Magician Guard, took away from him. This feeling of isolation and solace was interupted, in a way that the exile had not imagined. The Exile came across the body of a knight, with his armor sliced apart, his sword lying beside him, and dried blood on the ground where he sat.

The knight bore no symbol of any army or kingdom that the exile was familiar with. The knight bore the symbol of an eagle. The Exile was familiar with armies that carried ravens on their flags and tabards, hawks even, but no army he ever encountered ever used the eagle as a symbol. Whatever army this knight fought for, it was a mystery to the exile as much as the new land that he discovered. The knight was armored as any other knight that came from the exile’s homeland. So he had to wonder if he himself had “discovered” it.

The exile had no weapon of his own, so he simply took what was available, he picked up the knights sword, stained with blood and he walked right past the knight. Hoping the direction he was heading in, was a peaceful one.