It was the sun's rays that first welcomed Drogo into the new day. He had left his home a week ago and had entered the Draconi Forest late yesterday evening. Using an arm to prop himself up from his sleeping palate, Drogo was welcomed by the rest of nature: the wind gently brushing against his skin; and the songs of birds, chirping all around him.
After relieving himself on a nearby tree, Drogo opened up his satchel. We he had left his home, he had packed enough food to get him through a week and a half; while also packing a small pouch of coins, for any additional supplies needed. The previous night, Drogo had removed his armor along with his swords, and had placed them aside wrapped in cloth. After drawing out a slice of salted beef, Drogo began to over look his equipment. Everything was in order; although one of the swords could use a good sharpening. Taking out his wet stone, Drogo began honing his blade.