Finally arriving at the mountains, Shichiro checked his surroundings to see is there was anything of interest nearby. And of course, nothing. Nothing as far as the eye could see except rock, dirt and more rocks. Letting out a small sigh, Shichiro placed his hands into his pockets and began to traverse the rocky paths of the Sieghart mountains. It wasn't so much of a path really, but the amount of people and animals that have traversed the land in a ritualistic pattern eventually shaped the mountains into what it was. And maybe a little terraforming help from mages and animals alike that may or may not make their home here. Traversing the makeshift pathways, Shichiro saw a peculiar sight straight ahead. It looks like a man, resting on some nearby rocks. He thought it was an odd place for a man to sit and rest but Shichiro has personally done stranger things so he didn't question it too hard. He made his way towards the resting man and nodded in his general direction when he walked past him directly. Before Shichiro got much further away from the man, the man utter something barely audible from his mouth. Shichiro brushed it off as his mind playing tricks on him before he heard a second time, a little louder this time. He paused this time and turned to the resting man that was laying there. He stared at him for a second before walking over towards him and kneeling next to him. He didn't notice before but now, upon closer inspection, the man wasn't resting. He was hurt, badly. Shichiro's face turned grim as he gave the man a once over. He wasn't sure he had the medical supplies necessary to mend his wounds but he'd try something. The man waved him off, before turning his head to Shichiro's direction.
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