((Before jumping in, read the OOC over here for some info on the setting!)) Markus stood at the gates of the town, his hand resting on the hilt of his short sword. He was young, barely considered an adult at 19 years. Going out into the wilderness to try to find treasure in monster-infested ruins wasn't exactly his idea of having a good time, though it beat begging in the street. Not by much though. Markus wasn't the cleanest fellow around with specks of dirt on his face and he wasn't exactly the most handsome either with his crooked nose. He was just above average height and rather thin from not eating much, though he still had some muscle on him. His 'armor' (if you could really call it that) was just a padded coat, nothing more than layers of cloth put over each other to provide some protection. Minor protection, but still better than a tunic. Hopefully he could afford leather or something. Or a crossbow so he didn't have to get up close. Or a shield. Or anything, really. "So, our first outing," Markus said, turning to his new-found companions with a nervous smile. "Here goes nothing, right?" He looked down at the map in his hand and sighed. They were heading to what was left of a small fort just at the edge of the forest, luckily only half a days travel from town.