The Edge of the Wood

Leaning against the rough trunk of an old tree, Argen surveyed the fields before him. Even in the deep shade of the thick wood, it had been growing brighter for hours before he stumbled out to the cleared land. He had been lost in the woods for several days, but he had kept on to the west, away from the fighting. He was dirty, low on rations, and exhausted. A farmhouse loomed in the distance, surrounded by outbuildings. A slight breeze carried harvest scents, warming him in the shade. He hoped the farmers would be friendly to a lone Cavalier.