Forest near Lathanderite Settlement

The forest where once the Lathanderites stood strong against hordes of Undead was now silent, some tress still showed the damage caused by the fire of those beings that tried to stop the Mythal from being extended.
Mark walked with a bag over his shoulder and stopped under a tree near the river, letting the bag hit the ground with a sigh.
"If somebody tries to kick me from here too I swear I will become the man they think I am..." he muttered to himself quite angry at the recent events.

Happy with the location he made sure his new "home" was safe, making a circle by spreading the contents of some flasks of "Epic Holy Water" into the ground. He then sent word to Cleo of the new location where he could get letters delivered and yawned closing his eyes for a well deserved nap.