Alva (Hiatus)

"This search is growing tiresome."

"Karla..."

"Hmpf."

--in the journey ahead of him.

--blade, gripping the hilt as he made his way to the doorway to the left of the bonfire. He had to continue on, knowing the pain to come--

--cobblestone floor. He lifted himself up off his sword, a sharp pain in his side. He couldn't rest any longer. The Seeker lifted up his--

The man unsheathed his blade, planting it in the ground next to him, a metallic click made way as the tip made contact with with cold,--

--some of the blood. He lifted his hand and wiped his mouth. He then let a long sigh and grabbed his helm, putting it back on.

He awoke with more energy, but a foul taste of dried blood in his mouth. The Seeker took off his helm and sat it next to him, spitting out--

Alva gritted his teeth, his feet heavy. He pushed open the doors and collapsed; crawling over to the bonfire and resting at it.