Axxia walks through the moon lit woods, branches swaying gently in the wind, and wolves howling somewhere nearby. Hearing the sounds of wolves growing ever so near, she gently pushes aside her fog sprinkled sheepskin cloak revealing the pummel of her sword shining in the moonlight. She reached for the handle, feeling it's battle worn, yet well maintained leather, and gripped it. One can never be too careful in the dark woods of Dacia.