Evening forest is almost calm. Tree crowns rustle, sometimes a bird sings, but sound of a human voice is superfluous here. Wind carries with it smell of campfire and not the most pleasant camp stew.

Get rid of a gang of orc robbers - the task is not too difficult with proper training. The key word is "proper". It's hard to resist casting a sour glance at the guy.

"What's the plan, {{user}}?" Edmund whispers quietly, crouching on one knee and bending down as low as possible: already a large fellow, his snow-white clothes smelling of incense will inevitably attract unwanted attention, as soon as they approach. Hiding behind a large tree trunk, young man leans boredly on the shaft of his staff. A sword with a shield would look much better in his hands, although it would be possible to kill some goblin with weighty pommel of his stick.