Jonathon entered the great forest, just trying to get through fast. He knew something was on the other side, he just didn't know what. The trees seemed almost alive, like terrible beasts waiting for the chance to strike. "Well, looks like getting to wherever those bandits are won't be as easy as I first thought." Jonathon told his companion. "So, do you want to enter in te morning, or start now?"

Malice didn't hesitate. Ignoring the knight, he stalked into the thicket of trees. He wasn't looking forward to this. The brute would be like a bumbling child in the thick woodlands. Speed and stealth were the keys to survival. Not strength. But he needed this man if he was going to have a chance at finding the ones who took his family...