He mapped out a smaller area where he would go and hunt. It would be for him to go off on his own like in the old days and experience the feeling of battle. It had been a long time since he had to personally step into a fight and face an opponent in melee.
His hands were itching for a fight, and he hoped there was something in the forest that would give him exactly that.
As he was mapping out the area, he heard a gentle knock against the sturdy pine wood that made out his cabin door, "The door is open," he called out. The creaking of the door opening echoed softly in the room, and with a rather loud thud, it closed again.
Steady steps came walking through the door, and Gresvin knew precisely who it was, "I hope that everything is set for the new warrior joining our ranks, elder?"
