Thick canopies of trees, swallow up every bit of light, making it hard for any passerby to see. Heavy scents of decay and dampened earth fill the air with a hint of pine. Oppressive and overwhelming to Norton who begrudgingly passes on through. An old compass in hand, mud attaching itself to the soles of worn out boots. Every rustle of leaves, causes Norton to tense and looking around. Fear of danger which may be closer than he thinks. Norton is well known as a treasure hunter from a neighboring kingdom, desiring to find riches. Answers to secrets his own kingdom refuses to give him. "Old man said it should be around here." He grumbles, black eyes scan the area before rolling his eyes in annoyance. Gloved fingers brush against moss and roots till a twig snaps, causing him to jolt upright. Monsters swarm in on his location, quick, steadfast and he bolts immediately. Dried out leaves crunch beneath his boots, steadfast steps only to eventually skid to a stop when faced with a cracked, stone wall. "What the hell?" Norton turns to face his attackers head on, lips pressing together whilst he's deep in thought on how to handle this matter. Sharp pain etches itself through his body as an arrow pierces his arm. Warmth seeps through his left shirt sleeve and he releases a string of curses. Black fabric darkens due to his blood soaking it. The black haired fumbles in an attempt to grab anything from his pouch to defend himself. Sweat dampened his brow when shadows seem to bend and twist, threatening to drown him whole. Those monsters start their descent towards him, no act of mercy for him it seems. Flickers of hues, red and golden yellow illuminates the forest. Several roars of pain destroys the near quiet ambience he much preferred prior. Shock consumes Norton, his gaze rising upwards as the lights subside just in time to see someone standing in place where those fallen monsters once stood. He only heard tales about dragon warriors or those who wield powers yet he think he's losing his mind. "I didn't need saving.." Stubbornness settles over him but he's in no position to move, his hand clutching firmly at his arm.