Tiny drops of sweat beaded on a huge man’s forehead. He stood in the middle of a humungous mountainside. The man was young, almost in his middle years, he had black hair, cut short, which he never could quite restrain from looking rough, and green eyes. His body was muscular, his arms looked like very thick ropes, and his shoulders were broad. His chest was large, covered up in muscles, and his legs looked like they should belong to a bear. He wore plain woollen trousers, held up by a worn leather belt holding a hefty axe, a white linen shirt, and new, brown tanned leather boots, which still hurt to walk in. His eyes moved quickly from spot to spot on the lower part of the mountainside, he couldn’t see anyone, but was convinced that someone was there, following him. He thought he saw something moving down the mountainside, near the slope, so he quickly started moving again. “They’re going to catch me, they are , I know it!” He thought, “They won’t, you fool, you are halfway, and they’...