The day was closing in countryside of northern gaul, Cu Chulainn has spent most of the day away from his army, as he was not needed in battle at this time. He spent most of the day practicing the martial arts. Cu Chulainn felt his weapon should be like a hidden treasure in it’s sheathe, seldom appearing, but extremely valuable when it does. This is why he made sure to keep his skills up to scratch by practicing daily.

As the sun set Cu Chulainn managed to sneak away from camp, still young at 20 years old, although cautious, he was very eager to explore this new land he was visiting. Travelling light, Cu Chulainn only wore his cloak over his civilian clothing, but made sure not to forget his weapon of choice, the long spear. As far as he was aware, Cu Chulainn believed that Ireland were not at war with any nation, however he learnt all too well from first hand experience to never travel alone… or when you must, carry your weapon, he choose the latter, this suited him.

“I hope on this evening I run into no hostile party, for their sake.”

“Perhaps I’ll meet someone who wishes to converse… unlikely; maybe I’ll get myself something nice to eat here instead… I wonder what kind of game roams here…”

As Cu Chulainn entered a clearing in a lightly wooded area, he found himself by a lake. He was tired from his day of training, and so took a seat on a felled tree, resting his arms on his spear which he had buried deep into the forest litter.