The Glade of Paceholm forest was a small affair, with long grass and a small brook running through it. The glade also had a dirt road running through it with a sign that pointed northwest towards the Redriver war camp that had been erected recently. Due to the current war between Redriver and Fauchard (that had broken out just this year) the trade caravans that once populated this route were absent and the road was only home to the most unlikely trail the path had ever seen. On the left was a burly, scar-worn man in hard boiled leather armour who sported a hand-and-a-half sword and a topknot hair style. In the centre was a handsome man in ordinary travellers clothes but for the runed trimmings of his clothes and staff that marked him as a wizard of some skill.
On the right was a beautiful woman with ash blonde hair that went down to her shapely bum and a lithe figure that blended in with her buxom chest for incredible results. She had full red lips, sharp features and a graceful gait t