Earth beneath my feet is wet and mushy. My boots sink slightly in it, leaving a barely visible track among the yellow grass. I don´t mind that, since there won´t be a trace left for anyone to follow, unless they happen to be those shiny folk Azrudaur speaks of with such loathing. No...he is lord Azrudaur... I ought to remember to give him that respect. After all, he had earned it.
There is little to see in this dirty, smelly marsh that stretches out before me. A wast unwelcoming place, filled with low brown bushes and yellow-brown grass, where no path is constant due to shifting nature of the dirty water from which myriad of insects spread. Small rodents scatter about while giant spiders hunt them. There are also those goblin creatures here, pale and scrawny, wicked and evil, without any real purpose or culture of worth.
Despite the harshness of this northern lands, I find them appealing. Somewhere out here, there is a man worthy of my skill... I can feel it. Already have I tested my skills aganist some of his kindred, but they were not on his level. Some were close...but other not. These gray eyed notherners are just like me...rangers...hunters...trackers...scouts...wanderers... In these lands, they have no peer in those skills. But none so far could compare to that man.
It is as he had said...
˝ Come with me...and I will give you what you desire. ˝
I allow myself a smile before leaping forward, dissappearing into the low bushes and the oncoming mist, without a bent grass stalk in my wake left for anyone who might wish to try to track me.
All that remains behind is a barely visible footprint embedded in the wet earth which is slowly being overcome by water. It seems that after all...there won´t be a trace left after me.
That is good... it is as it should be. And so I wade trough the mist, traceless... a ghost.
