Onward to Bern...

[Yurat]

Yurat stood up, grabbed the travel pack he had, and set off in the direction he'd been going. Well, I wonder if I should've taken the mountains... But as it is, it took me a few days to get this far, and I still have a few days more, give or take some, and the mountains would take me out of my way... As an afterthought, he checked that he still had his sword, and, relieved, he focused on his journey. Huh, I haven't seen anyone yet... Of course, I have no map and I'm going based on guesses, but still... Am I just having bad luck and accidentally skirting every village? Huh, that still doesn't explain why I haven't even run into bandits yet, though... He began to wonder if he would stand a chance against a few. One or two, hopefully, but numbers of them? He mentally shuddered at the thought. Then he instead decided to focus on the goals, as opposed to the journey. "Well, hopefully I'll find someone who can teach me how to use this expertly, that would help me out a whole lot!" he said aloud, motioning to his sword. He didn't know why he had begun doing that lately, but it did comfort him. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled out his sword and slashed the air, but... He fumbled around as he slashed. Gah! I like this sword, but I'm just not used to it yet!

[Yurat]

Yurat finally began to pay attention, after looking everywhere but up ahead, along with thinking about his desired future, and he saw something that brought him to a dead stop. He saw a group up ahead, resting, who all looked like they could knock his head off with one punch, and he knew that they could see him. Thankfully, none moved, so Yurat just quickly turned around and went back away from the group. After a minute or two, he turned around, and saw another thing that caused him to stop. One of the group had started in his direction. Once he could move again, after a second or two, he got an idea. He started off to his left, and after enough time that he had moved a noticeable distance, even if seen from the camp, he checked to see if the figure was still there. Much to his dismay, the figure was still headed for him, and he got another idea. He started walking away from the camp again, trying his best to match the speed of the figure. Well, good news is, if the person is walking, they might not think me a threat just yet... Slight advantage!

[Yurat]

Yurat was relieved to see that the figure followed him the whole time, instead of going back and alerting the others... Yurat turned around before too long, and waited for the figure, trying his best to conceal his sword. Before too long, the figure came close enough for him to see features, and Yurat noted that, like he was mostly guessing, it was a man, and he had an axe. "Heh. Whaddya know? Hey, boy, gimme whatever is in that pack!" the man said, lifting his axe onto his shoulder. "How about... I don't?" Yurat replied, still trying to keep his sword hidden. "Dumber than I first thought! Oh, and that sword won't even help ya, if ya thought it would!" With that, he took a step forward and held his weapon seriously. "Now, let's try it again. Gimme. The. Pack." Yurat drew his sword as fast as he could and tried to deliever a quick and lethal blow to the neck, but the man just blocked it with his axe, almost knocking the sword from Yurat's hands. The man laughed, and said, "I'll still get the pack, boy, except that you'll die a worse death than you would if you just gave it up!" He swung his axe at Yurat, but, somehow, he got out of the way... Mostly. The axe still got a good chunk out of his shoulder, and if it were any closer to his neck, he might have lost his left arm. "AH!" Yurat cried out, but, even in his pain, he slashed, and caught his foe around his ribs, although he had little force behind it. Apparently, the man was used to people fearing him, and he flinched a bit reflexly, and dropped his guard. Yurat then gathered his strength, and slashed at the man, slashing his neck, although not decapitating him. Needless to say, though, it was deep enough to be a very fatal blow, but he didn't die just yet. Yurat found that out when he had a leg knocked out from under him, and he fell, shin in pain, onto the ground. Fourtunatly, he was able to get up, so it wasn't broken, but it still hurt. Then, ignoring the man on the ground, checked his shoulder, and saw some bone. He stared in shock, then finally focused on his foe, checking to see if he was still alive. He wasn't, but Yurat then remembered the others in the group, so he tried to think, but he was distracted by his wound. He used a vulnerary, and then wrapped up his shoulder with a bandage, or fabric, he didn't notice, and he didn't care. With that done, he quickly came up with an idea. He put a few slashes in the ground more towards the group, then walked as heavily as he could away for a few steps, until there was a small trail leading a short distance away. With that, he set off in a new direction, hoping that the group, whom he could only guess were bandits, would fall for it and follow the trail instead of him.

[Sireace]

(ack! sorry..><; new rules..)
Sireace's blue eyes flicker cautiously as she aimed her bow. She would have one, and only one shoot at getting the deer. She released her arrow. It flew, grazing the small deer and then hit a nearby tree. Sireace cursed lightly, watching her would be lunch get away. She looked forlonrly at her bow, "So much for that.." She was so much better at sword-play. She walked back to her temporary camp site, shouldering her back and dousing her fire. She scattered the ashes, trying to make it look like there had never been anyone here at all.
Suddenly her ears picked up noises, cmoing from the roadway she had been on only hours before. She frowned as she heard yelling and the sound of a sword being drawn. She waited a few moment, and then quietly she moved forward, she had no intention of being surprised by whoever it was that had cause the commotion.

[Yurat]

Yurat continued on, but he began to see a few small things that made him think. The first he had shoved into the back of his mind until he saw the other; ashes, followed by an arrow stuck into a tree. He quickly turned back around and went to the ashes, which, as it was, he only saw because he tripped, and his face landed near the ashes. When he made it to them, though, he was disappointed to see that it was too scattered for him to check to see if they were still warm. He sighed, and sat down, only intending to stay for a few minutes to get a little bit of rest after the fight.

[Sireace]

Sireace's blue eyes looked out from her hiding place warily. She inwardly cursed again (triing to break the habit was harder than she thought) how could she have been so foolsih as to leave her arrows behind. She had to go get it, no doudt about that. She warily eyed the stranger, wincing slightly at his shoulder wound. That looked bad, he looked to be a Mymidon, like herself. She sighed to herself, well great. She couldn't just leave him like this, she quietly snuck out from her hideing place. She retreaved her arrow from the tree first, and then approached Yurat. She fingered her arrows nearviously. "Who are you?" She asked quietly, coming over to sit next to Yurat, and giving a concerned side-glance to his shoulder.

[Yurat]

Yurat hopped up at first, but then slowly sat down. "Yurat. And you are?" he asked, then added, "I got in a fight with a bandit for what was in this." He lifted the shoulder pack slightly, with his right hand, to show her what he was talking about. He grinned, then asked, "So this was your camp? Be more careful next time, because if someone just trips and finds the ashes, they might think about it less if there are no other signs."

[Sireace]

Sireace blinked in surprise. She smiled slightly at Yurat. "Ah..well, i was interupted..but you right. I should be more careful about those sorta of things.."
Removing her pack from her slim shoulders she began to rumage around in it untill she finaly found what she was looking for. "Ah! Here we are.." She pulled out a bandage and some odd looking cream. "So..where did you come from anyway?" Sireace asked him, her blue eyes looking at him curiously. "I'm travling alone this road trying to train my skills as a sword weilder..and also for some more personal reason." She said, ripping off some of the bandages.

[Yurat]

"Heh, trying to master the blade too, stranger? But... WHAT THE HECK IS THAT STUFF?" He scooted away a foot or two, then spoke again. "Anyway, I come from that direction, can't be specific, sorry, but that's where I've been living, and it's near a village... Huh, never thought to find out the name... Anyway, you're gonna have some competition, if you're trying to become the best!" As he spoke, he pointed in a direction, and when he finished he jumped up, and on the spur of the moment drew his sword and slashed... For the same results as earlier that day. "Heh, still weak from the battle, yeah!"

[Sireace]

Sireace naturly drew his sword with quick reflexes, but then lowered the blade. Smiling, "Ha! Well, will see about that. But for now the fight is uneven..you are still hurt." SHe pointed out, she grined, "What the 'HECK' this stuff is is leaf balm. It'll make your shoulder feel better.." She said, stifling a laugh at Yurat's excilmatioin. She looked at her sword, "You want to become the best hun? Hmmm.." She relized that this had been the first time she had smile this much in days. She cocked her head, "Are we travling the same way?"

[Yurat]

"I dunno. Are you heading for Bern, too?" Yurat asked, sitting back down again. "Cause that's where I'm heading! Mostly because it's a bit closer..." He still stayed out of arm's reach from her, still not trusting the leaf balm.

[Sireace]

Sireace grinned slightly, "Alright fine. Be that way." She said tucking the Leaf Balm away, "But you really should find something..having your shoulder that way can't be good." She nodded. "Yeah actully..i'm kinda travlnig the world over.." She said with a sheepish grin, "Just trinyg to find some place where I can learn to use my sword better.." She got up and dusted off her pants. She slung her back over her shoulder, fingering her sword hilt absent mindedly.

[Sireace]

"Oh...by the way, what's your name?" She asked, a little bit cautious. Her parents had always told her to be careful who she told her name to. She smiled, "I'm Sireace." She said, she figured she could trust him. She cocked her head at him, curiously waiting for his awnser.