Thanks for... well... (open)

[Runeska]

On the outskirts of Mizu no kuni's main land, a lone figure crept through the wetlands. It was early in the morning, so the moist ground and air had yet to warm up though the sun was visible through the openings in the treeline over head. The lone figure minimized his sound profile through careful movements, not because of the threat of watchful eyes and ears, but merely out of sake of not disturbing the wild life. Soon they reached a small clearing. It was a 10 meter lit space where an old rotted tree had fallen and had yet to be replaced by new growth. Maybe a bolt of lighting had struck it some time ago yet failed to catch fire. In either he sad on that downed tree to take a breather.