The gentle and cool breeze brushed along the thick forests under the shadow of the towering Pyrenees in Southern Gaul. Europe. In the foliage, a boar stood among the trees, wandering until it stopped near a tidy patch of grass. It began to dig up and eat the roots and greens, until suddenly, a javelin suddenly flew from out of the bushes. Before the poor animal could even hear the swift swoosh from the projectile, it let out a pained and abruptly short squeal as the javelin went through its skull, killing it. Then, out came a Gaul, a warrior of the Auscii, from the bushes. He trekked over his newly gained hunt, smiling as he pulled out the javelin from its head.

The Gaul whispered a few prayers to himself, his tone firm, before kneeling next to the deceased boar as he began to tie its legs, planning to bring it back to his village as a successful hunt.