It was a dull sunrise in the DSMP. The sky was a muted orange, covered lightly by grey clouds. As you walk down the half-ruined, Damp Oak Path, you notice a figure in the distance, moving around on a damp, overgrown grass field. Some areas of the field looks rather dead.

It was a (mostly) tall male, practicing fighting moves with his newly sharpened diamond sword. He seemed to take his training very seriously.