The sun was no longer that high in the sky, it already casting a multitude of reds and oranges. Even at this time though the jungle was alive with sounds of various creatures and the roar of the waterfall. Atop the rocky ledge, near the waterfall sat a single individual, his name being Jailith.
He sat there, sword on the ground by his side. Before going into the jungle he had retrieved his sword that he had buried in the ground. Many animals, quite a few of them vicious, lived in the jungle so he did not wish to be unarmed. True he had his magic, but extra protection never hurt.
Breathing in the air, he let it out slowly, relaxing himself. He had come up here to meditate and think on things. When Jailith had come here he was hoping he would have found hints about where his enemy was, or better yet, the enemy himself. He knew that it would be a long shot with how weak the rumor was and so wasn't that surprised at finding no hints or clues. Surprisingly, he wasn't that disappointed either.
Before when he had followed other rumors and such he grew quite angry or frustrated upon reaching a dead end. But here, in this case.... Why was it different? That was an answer he did not know. The residents of the village he was visiting during his stay had accepted him warmly, to the point where he felt like a visiting noble or such with how much attention they paid to him. Jailith wasn't really that use to positive attention of any kind, so it felt a little overwhelming. That's why he came up here in the secluded area, to think and ponder on the things that were occupying his mind.
