Evra was walking along the road in Granseal, looking around, he'd never liked cities and areas full of lots of people, he prefered solitude, but he need to leave the country to visit the city. He visited Granseal once every few months to sort his equipment out, make sure he could hunt properly, and pick up supplies, he still spent most of his days wandering the wilderness.
This day, Evra decided to go to the pub, and have a beer, something he rarely did. He occasionally robbed a single passer by, and had a healthy sum of money for a 'wild man', ans he knew he was called by the locals. He entered the greenery and walked up to the bar, he ordered a beer, paid, and found himself a nice sercluded table in the corner of the bar.
He stared at the people in the bar from underneathe his hood as sipped his drink, it made him feel better straight away

Finishing his drink, Evra stood up and left the bar

He walked through the streets of granseal, looking at the people, he disliked humans, despite the human blood in him. Growing up in the wild, other animals and human tribes had only taken what they needed, whereas here in the city, the people were always gready, always after something else...


He reached the edge of the city, and looked out to the wild, breathing deeply, he walked off...