"Oh dear adventurer, thou seem lost and weary. Come and rest thine eyes, I will keep thou safe for here in the wilds, many a danger are hidden."
Focused and with what little poise was left within him, the tired wanderer - nay - adventurer, sat near the fae. His eyes had grown heavy as did his legs.With a deep heave of an inhale, he relaxed and allowed his lids to flutter close. He could hear the birds from afar, chirping in the night; the cold evening breeze a blanket of comfort.
Thinking of his days lost in the wilds, he thought of home and the family he had left behind him. Abandoned, he would never see them in his wake ever again.
'What a life.' he would tell himself, 'full of deceit and treachery. So unfair. So unjust.' he pondered.
It was only the thought of a fair fae that kept him from giving in to die and rot in the hot summer sun. The old story goes that one can drift away in slumber by the roots of a tree watched over by fae. Once a mortals eyes would close, they would be whisked away and the suffering brought on by life itself would be done. Only the elderly and tormented souls would search of such an exit.
It was a promising, peaceful way to go.
Soon, a deep slumber was upon him and his lips curved into a knowing smile. A final smile a tired adventurer like himself would bring upon his face, ever again.