A few hints of the past.

Step, after step, after step. Nito had been walking for 2, no 3 weeks now, with nothing to accompany him except his fathers sword and the repeatitive jingle of his mail. Why he was walking? Well, there was simply nothing else to do, he would simply wander, until he found work. The sword was a simple thing, it required 2-hands, for sure, but It had a feeling of elegance to it, a sense that strongly resembled comfort in Nito's mind. It wasn't as long as most 2-handers, but it was wider, with a perfectly symetrical blade and hilt. The weapon was amptly called "Faith" and inscribed in the hilt, there were the words "Of mind, and Body" Now, Nito avoided using this sword in anyway, in fact, there were few people alive who had actually seen the weapon, and Nito prefered to keep it that way. He kept either on his body, wrapped away in several bolts of cloth, or hidden, far away from any eye. Onto Nito's feature, he was in no a way an expert fighter, he did not have the chisled muscular body of a typical young warrior, but he had the eyes of an owl, he seemed to be able know what someone may be thinking, therefore making him a formidible enemy that none should want to have. And step, after step, after step, he contined until he saw high walls of a city that seemed to be covered in hedges. "Bree." He said outloud, a hint of a smile touching his lips, then continued walking.