Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140317004346

Amet walked to the building next to the general store. He grabed a low legde, pulled himself up, and climbed up the rough wall of the building. Amet gazed out on the town. It really was a quaint place, away from the chaos of Vale. Inside, Amet longed to be here. Maybe he'd reserve a house for himself.

He jumped from house to house, eventually reaching a high point. From here, he could see the entire village layout. One one edge was cattle pens, along with piles of rubble. This was what the Grimm had caused. He saw a path in the forest, trodden with footprints. Snapped trees, overturned rocks. Whatever it was, it was either very large in size or number.

''Well, that eliminates the Nevermore variable. There's no way one could do this. They don't fly around in forests, they fly over them. So why bother felling trees?''

He kept scanning the area, lost in thought. He was brought to by the sound of Regda calling his name from under him.