Zhayne inspected the colorful rocks he had harvested that day in his gloved palms, turning them around this way and that. They were perfect, as always. Some of the rocks found in in the mountains were always in spotless condition-- soft, smooth, and beautifully colored. It was one of the many mysteries of the Brine Enclave that he sought to uncover. He gently piled them up in a pouch and attached it to his belt so he could continue his search.
Rock collections aside, this land was basically his second home. Evermore mansion had a room for him, just like any other noble soldier, but it felt ridiculous to live there. Even his fellow nobles found him a bit too eccentric to want to interact with outside of work, so he escaped to the wilderness when he had free time. It was peaceful here, if not extremely cold and a bit eerie. It was completely empty, devoid of life that could possibly bother or even kill him. Or so he thought.
A crackle in the distance caught his attention, and he immediately went on the defense in front of the intruder, no matter how scared he was to see someone he didn’t recognize here.
“Y-You!! Didn’t your parents tell you to keep out of Devilditch mountains? Go home before you get killed, idiot!”
