[The sun's rays are just beginning to trickle over the horizon, early morning's fog hanging heavy and low over the field to Moritz's right. There's no biting chill to the air so late in summer, but the nights are a bit cooler now and it's that certain stillness one only feels in the absence of heat.
But the white light of the sun will be on his face soon, and Moritz is in any case adorned in many layers. Undershirt, leather armor with metal studding the most vulnerable parts, a tunic over all that... He treks through the woods swiftly but hardly silently, his hard-soled shoes crunching undergrowth with the limited skill of one who has never needed to sneak up on others.
It's about two miles down the road that his whistling slows and then stops. There's a dark shape up ahead, curled under trees to the side, and Moritz wouldn't have even noticed if it hadn't been moving. Away from him, or towards the road it was so clearly in hiding of a moment before? He stops and nearly stumbles as he's brought out of his head to focus on the land. Is it a beast or a man?
His sword is an afterthought, but his palm finds its hilt quickly. No more silent than before, Moritz thumps over rapidly, realizing it's quite certainly a fellow person, not a felled deer or a wounded cougar.]
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But the white light of the sun will be on his face soon, and Moritz is in any case adorned in many layers. Undershirt, leather armor with metal studding the most vulnerable parts, a tunic over all that... He treks through the woods swiftly but hardly silently, his hard-soled shoes crunching undergrowth with the limited skill of one who has never needed to sneak up on others.
It's about two miles down the road that his whistling slows and then stops. There's a dark shape up ahead, curled under trees to the side, and Moritz wouldn't have even noticed if it hadn't been moving. Away from him, or towards the road it was so clearly in hiding of a moment before? He stops and nearly stumbles as he's brought out of his head to focus on the land. Is it a beast or a man?
His sword is an afterthought, but his palm finds its hilt quickly. No more silent than before, Moritz thumps over rapidly, realizing it's quite certainly a fellow person, not a felled deer or a wounded cougar.]
Sir? Sir, are you-- are you all right?