The sun shore brightly above the tall trees, bright shafts of light skewering the damp forest ground. Sounds danced through the leaves, birds and small creatures called into the endless foliage. Walking carefully the two men continued on through the forest, packs heavy of tir backs, swords swinging at their sides.
'You holding in there?' asked Kennsil, turning to his partner behind him, looking at him from head to toe, taking in the appearence and demenour of the his oldest friend. 'Its a long journey to the temple. We don't even know if this treasure exists.'