The forest road was narrow and poorly kept, wide enough for a wagon to travel luckily. The tree branches grew out from the surrounding trees over the path, keeping it shaded from the mid-day sun. The surrounding forest was thick and the vegetation made it hard to see beyond a hundred meters or so. This would be a beautiful place if not for the threat of wild animals, or bandits, or gods know what else.
B'zaar had been traveling for days, escaping from the law and finding his way into a new nation. A fresh start for him to sell his wares and find new and interesting magics. B'zaar's wagon was large, made from dark brown wood and iron metal work. The sides of the wagon were decorated with a green flag, bearing the emblem of a golden sun. The large wooden wheels creaked at they spun, every bump in the road caused something in the cart to shift back and forth. A crashing of hanging pots and pans against the insides of the wagon. B'zaar sat at the front of his wagon, talking to the large red horse pulling it.
"Come now Eric...B'zaar knows you are tired. We must reach the far side of the forest before we can rest. We would be easy targets for thieves after B'zaar's wares."
The horse continues to walk, turning it's head to look at B'zaar directly. B'zaar sticks his tongue out at the horse. "Fine, be that way. Rest if you must..."
The horse stops, B'zaar jumps down from the wagon. His baggy orange robes cover him from neck to toe. The hood that common covered his head pulled down to allow for a better view of his surroundings. His leather boots step softly across the dirt road as he walks around to inspect the surrounding area. B'zaar's dark green scaled skin and yellow snake like eyes made him stand out, even in a place so desolate. He eventually makes his way around the wagon returning to the horse. He unties the horse from the wagon, the horse shakes off the leather straps and walks away from the wagon. Turning to look back at B'zaar.
"Do not give B'zaar that look Eric! B'zaar has tried and tried again, be glad B'zaar managed to turn you into something useful as a horse. Remember when you were a chair? At least then you didn't annoy B'zaar so much..."
The horse continues to stare at him. B'zaar lets out a long sigh. "Fine...B'zaar will study his books some more. No promises though.."
B'zaar climbs back onto the wagon, going inside and digging out a pile of books. He brings them out to read in the sunlight. Sitting and relaxing, he leaves the pile at his side. He takes the first and opens it up, flipping through the pages.
