Haunted Wood i haven't been good to myself

The four horsemen are feared not only for the might of War, but the combination of disaster that strikes. Madanach is not a warrior, yet he has killed. Thus, when wind comes about a mercenary group, he nears. A new start, he thinks, away from the abode left behind, yet close in the clutches of another Melonii stronghold—or at least, the ruins of it.

He arrives in the chill of night. Exhaled breathes appearing in vapor before him, jaws agape, chest heaving. Mismatched eyes focused ahead, on the eerie woods that both send a shiver down his spine and urges him to go forward. Yet he halts by a marker, knowing soon enough the hounds would be upon him. He doesn't bother call.