"Indeed, I sometimes find myself in a similar discovery."

Amused by the unexpected response, Solstafir looked up from his aimless stare at the ever dampening earth. What was to be a smirk quickly became a darkened frown as his eyes fell upon the man before him. Instinctively, he placed a pallid mask upon his face; a false smile to return that being directed on him. Behind his dishonesty though, Solstafir’s mind burned. Thoughts welled up, instantly analysed and discarded for their uselessness. Faster and faster, the search through the pits of his soul continued until he remembered what itched within him to be known.

As the memory of those twelve pillars of power standing before him returned, so did the vision they gave him. A face, a world and an expected location was all to be shown. The target, the place and the time. Yet still, their information was vague as the target could have been anywhere in the vast expanse of the forest and the time was no near as accurate either. But standing before him was that one.

It mattered not what crimes or generous act he had committed or even if his mere existence offended the Gods. He wasn’t even given an account of how powerful the target may be. All that mattered to Solstafir was one thing: to curb his boredom. Having only ever known battle since his departure from his original village, good fights were few and far between, may having fallen before he warmed himself up.

"Not tonight, however. Tonight the rain has given my heart the joy that has been long overdue"

The continuation of the man’s dialogue woke Solstafir from his thoughts. Praying his false expression was not seen through, he upheld the smile and responded as kindly as he could.

“The rain truly is something magnificent tonight. It’s as if the earth itself is in harmony with everything upon and beyond it.”

Raising his head towards the sky, he felt the refreshing touch of the midnight rain. Beads of water that had breached the canopy ran like rivers down the ancient warriors face. Focus soon took over his brief enjoyment of nature’s gift and he lowered his glance back onto the man before him. Turning and walking behind a tree next to him, he could feel the falseness of his words as they parted from his lips.

“How rude of me not to introduce myself to you stranger. But I suppose when enjoying nature, we lose ourselves to its beauty,” Now out of sight behind the great body of the tree, Solstafir reached for the handle of Truth. Altering its angle, he pulled it out from its scabbard. A click from the lock rang loud in his ears. ‘Crap, he could have heard that’ Praying the sound of the rain had drowned out the sound, he continued, “I go by the name of Solstafir. May I have the honour of knowing my targets name before his demise?”

With a swift slash, Truth effortlessly parted the body of the tree. Branches snapped, leaves rained down and the mighty oak toppled forward, towards its unfortunate victim. The once false smile on Solstafir’s face was quick to change to an effortless sadistic grin.