Out of the Gate and into the Renaissance Fair

[Corporal Light]

Fifteen minutes later

Ballad removes the cooked bird corpse from the top of the fire, seeing it roasted almost to perfection. Only problem was the fact it was still covered in feathers. Damn. Ballad brings the stick closer to him, slowly moving his left hand towards a random part of the bird. He proceeds to gently pluck feathers around a large spot of the bird, taking fifteen more minutes to clean an area big enough for a chomp. Satisfied, Ballad moves his left hand up to his red scarf, shaking it a few times and rubbing it against the ground to rid it of feathers and grime before doing so. He then tugs off his red scarf before moving the corpse up to his mouth, taking a huge chunk of the bird. He chews up the chunk, grimacing a bit as he swallows it. Damn bird isn't even that tasty. Least it'll keep me going for an hour or two.

Setting the sharpened stick with what remained of the bird still attached on the ground, He moves his hands back down to the scarf, wrapping it around his head. Pushing himself off of the ground, He proceeds to move his hands to his sides, taking a look around his surroundings.

"So... I'm in a forest world... annoying birds... where to go next.." Ballad says to himself, moving his right hand into his coat, removing his canteen. He uncaps the canteen, removing his scarf once more before taking a few more gulps of water. Thank goodness I have plenty of water on hand. If worse comes to worst, I can use omnillium to just make more food and water.

Capping the canteen back up, He stuffs it back into his belt, turning around to fave the campfire. Might as well douse the flames, seeing as I'm not gonna stay here long. Walking up to the flames, Ballad quickly stamps his left foot down on the sticks and burning leaves, extinguishing the flames.

Moving his hands into his coat pockets, he process to walk away from his camp, moving back towards the patch of grass he has entered previously. Brushing the grass aside, he comes back across the road he had seen beforehand. Considering he hadn't been attacked by anyone in the thirty minutes he's been around, it's at least partially safe to say the road isn't a bad place to be. Sighing to himself, he walks down onto the dirt road, proceeding to follow it. In the mean time, he begins to talk to himself, just like always.

"If this road leads me to a village of religious zealots who are miners, than this is nothing but a dream."