EDIT: Drawn by the big, lovable  Teddybearlumpkins ((Sorry for forgetting to add that))

It had been two weeks since he had left the last village. Although normally he'd have come across another, but for now it seems like his trek will take him deep into wilderness. He feels not tired: although this journey has been long and arduous, he has trained his life to withstand such an occasion; with no army behind him, he would need to depend on his own strengths. His canteen lost in the last fight, however, he may find himself in trouble.

As he crests over the stony hill, he spots you and your campsite. Uncertain of the situation, he moves his arm back, as if to grab his sword. While he inspects the scene, he realizes that the weapon brandished is not another blade, and he smiles coyly at the situation. Perhaps today will end up being a good day after all.