Kildeer Rest Much more than heartless

Leen entered the lands leisurely, taking his time on his journey. He'd started out on his own since the spring -- before the snows had even thawed. He'd just dragged his ass through one of the thickest woods he'd ever encountered and now found himself looking for a snack. He knew he'd made it.
The Teekons.

He yawned, ambling. He didn't feel like running, not that his body had been worn as it is. A chronicler didn't do much. Perhaps he'd change his trades. Dabble towards hunting, become one with the world.
He scoffed out loud, thinking he was alone.
Laughter floated to his ears, causing the man to perk up and investigate. It didn't matter if anyone he came across wasn't friendly -- he could be just as dastardly. 
"Hey there stranger!" He called out, catching the form of another in the trees. Perhaps they could give him direction.