Three days, three accused days; That was how long he had been wandering in this accused forest. Everything seemed to look the same, and the ongoing silence was maddening. He'd been on the run from a group of mercenaries after his head. The price for his bounty had been raised much higher than last year. Vilpamolan city became a place he could no longer dwell, for he his reputation was becoming too notorious there. Despite the fact that his name was a mystery, people still had managed to conjure suitable enough titles, fitting enough to be displayed on the public bounty posters such as, "The Masked Murderer" "The Robed Killer" along with a number of other more overly inspired disasters.

Eventually, after the first day, he realized that he'd travelling in circles multiple times, and so since then he had begun making the habit of marking the trees with his knife, in order to better track himself through the forest. Still, he hadn't quite found an efficient enough method to entirely locate himself out of this hopeless maze. Adulena was his destination. Adulena was a large place, a place men could disappear more easily in. That was exactly what Ladicius desired. Yet this place seemed to have a different agenda; an agenda to doom him here until old age, drive him mad, swallow him whole both mentally and physically. He was not having any of that. He had not come this far to become a madman lost in the woods for the remainder of his days. That was not the glorious end he was seeking for.

His head felt foggy from frustration, when suddenly a faint voice was heard through the woods. Were the symptoms of madness already beginning? The voice was faint, yet sounded quite real, and yet he'd not seen anyone here for days. Who would be singing in such an accused place as this? What happiness could this place possible bring to sing about? With the careful movements of the assassin he was, he made he way to the direction of the voice. He wanted out of this place, and he needed someone to tell him how.