Forest Walker, it was never how he would refer to himself. It was a matter of convenience for him that this is what the people of Saj-graf called him as he is uncertain as to what name he would call himself while in town. His master had always referred to him as Kit. He always took that as a way of putting him in his place. For a while he had gone by Eld, and then Erikahn but those days seem distant and the reasons for those names were gone.
Kit reluctantly walked the streets of Saj-graf looking for someone he did not know. Twenty days earlier his master had a dream of a noble ghost called out for help. The ghost was guarded by two knights, one made of wood and another unable to speak, and brought together by a third whose face was obscured. The ghost was in need of help that the three others could not provide. Kit was puzzled by his master requiting him to investigate. A Forest Walker had little use in the confusion of the city, best he could do was clean a well that had gone awry with taint or disease.
Out in the woods on a calm day, he could mend wounds and ailments as if it were a tailor fixing a shirt. He needed the calm of the forest or plains, to hear the wind or water direct the flow of life’s energy. In the city it was all disjointed, a cacophony of noise and a lack of order in the background hindered his focus. There Kit could not tell if the life force he felt was from a passing horse or any one of the passing people hurrying by.
Kit looked around and realized he had wandered a bit further from the denser portions of the city, closer to the outer walls. There sat an old house with many unfortunate souls sitting outside. He heard a hum from inside something; it reminded him of the spirits outside the city, unbound to a body. It was a pleasant hum; he could see the pull it had on those around the house. It was as if it was nourishing or healing those around, but lacked a complete understanding of how they worked. He gave pause to investigate, and then a small bird chirped. The hum now grated on Kit’s nerves. He sensed a second energy beyond his ken. Something that was feeding inside the house, but on what he couldn’t tell. Kit made a quick retreat back to the better populated portions of the city, scared as to what that may have been and thankful to the bird’s passing.
Catching his breath and orientating himself a passing warrior caught his eye, her equipment was adorned with two trees. Perhaps this was one of the ghost’s guards.