The sound of birds singing, the morning dew glittering on the leafs of trees. The warmth of the sun's rays caressed Trake, filling him with energy and fire.
Trake stood up, taking a quick glance at the forest around him. Small birds fluttered around a bush, eating it's small purple berries. Squirrels bickered in the trees above. But a startling growl sounded, Trake grabbed his hilt-less sword realizing that the sound came from his stomach.
"Fantastic" he murmured as he turned to the bush and it's bounty.
A frightened cry disrupted his meal, snatching Dawn Shade Trake dove in to a nearby bush. As he got comfortable a lone figure in a slaves small clothes darted past, right behind him was a slaver.
Without even thinking Trake surprised the slaver, covering his mouth and tightening his arm around his neck. after a few moment the man went limp, falling into a pile at Trakes feet.
Trake looked over to where the slave was trying to hide. As the slave stood Trake noticed that this slaves body was covered in deep black swirls. His arms, legs, and back were covered in mystifying tattoos that seemed to move and squirm away from your gaze. Without a word the Tattooed man faded into the woods.
Trake looked down on the unconscious man, noticing his leather boots and linen pants and shirt. The shirt was a bit snug, but the pants and boots fit perfectly. While Trake was taking the mans boots, a coil of rope caught Trake's eye.
Trake took some of the rope and fashioned a belt, the rest he gently wrapped around the sword and on his waist. The end of te sword sticking out for easy access.
"There he is!"
"Get that goat born freak!"
Trake took the arrival of the slavers as his ques to leave, taking off through the under brush
