Diveen had been an interesting distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. I needed to keep moving forward and seeking every morsel of information that may be hidden within these unknown lands. There was a burning within my chest, it unsettled me enough that I could not still myself for longer than a moment, even enough that sleep was difficult to come by. I had to find them.

Eyes of orange and blue peer around as I slip from the confines of the canyon pack and stop a few meters out to shake the red dust from my deep auburn pelage. Any who I crossed would know that I had come from there simply by the lingering scent upon my coat but I would not go traipsing around with orange dirt signaling to everyone where I have previously been. I step back up into a quick jog as my intentions are set upon the horizon. In the distance is the monolithic figure of a mountain and my next goal.

I had left at dawn, the sun just barely spraying pink and yellow rays of light across the sky, and was now moving adjacent to the river around midday. I had done well with the distance despite my inexperience, but I had always pushed myself to do what needed to be done despite the consequences. My body was finally giving in, despite my stubbornness, and I turned to head into the shallow water of the ambling river. Its embrace was chilling, nearly too cold, but my parched throat ached for relief. I dipped my head down, chilling eyes of opposing elements looking to and fro, and began to lap greedily. I was always on alert and ever prepared to be ambushed; I’ve learned to live upon the cusp of fear and conspiracy, of which have driven me to learn what I now know.

A young assassin I was now but a great one I would surely become.