There were many places in Imythess that thrived as being a location known for its beauty; The shore near Taras was one of them. Being surrounded by the forests of Norwood for years left Oppel yearning for a taste of something else, a taste of something he could not have while seemingly imprisoned by magnificent trees and a variety of nature's beast. His mind began to give after several lonesome years of mere animal companionship and he needed a simple out. This gave reason for Oppel's sudden departure from Norwood.

He brought no rations, no companions, and little supplies with him. He did not eat or for several days and drank little amounts of water at the occasional water source he came upon. His emotional state kept him from sleeping properly, and this insomnia made him week as he trekked across Imythess.

Oppel passed Taras with no such desire for the bustle of the townspeople, and sought more the vastness of the sea near the town. It was night when he arrived, and few sounds could be heard over the rippling waves of the gorgeous sea. Fatigue and hunger struck Oppel hard as he relinquished the boots from his feet and felt the sand with his skin for the first time since he was a child. He slowly walked with a proud smile towards the water. The air was pure and the night, even purer, delivering Oppel into a state of euphoria. His back grew heavier with each step, and he collapsed within several paces of the water. With an outstretched hand Oppel's fingers felt the refreshing tranquility of the salt water, leaving Oppel's smile to grow even larger. He was far too weak at this point to help himself up, but the promise of something new kept him at ease.

Fefnir walked along the starlit shore, the night warm as the sand released the heat it had gathered during the day. He wasn't wearing shoes, clad only in a black pair of pants and a matching black shirt. He'd left his weapons at the inn he was staying it, along with his shoes and cloak. It had seemed like a good night to go on a stroll, especially when the inn was practically on the beach itself.

As he walked, the waves crashed upon the shore, spraying him with cool, frothy foam. He smiled, enjoying the sensation of the sand beneath his feet, between his toes. There was a slight, warm breeze that whisked his sandy hair out of his bright, green eyes. Fefnir let out a sigh, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long, long time.

The town was a good five minutes away by now, the bright city lights shining into the sky and reflecting off the sea's shimmering surface. But as he walked, Fefnir saw something laying on the beach, something strangely shaped.

At first he simply turned his course, hoping to walk by and see what on Imythess it was, but as he got closer, its features became more defined. When he saw that it was, in fact, a man laying in the sand, he ran over, calling out.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

Oppel lay in the sand, almost as if it were the most comfortable of beds. The terrain caused him no discomfort, and the only pain he felt was that in his stomach, which seemed to be tightening as time went on. Still, the gentle spray of the nearby sea gently whisked by Oppel's body, leaving trace amounts of water and salt on his person. This feeling was invigorating, and Oppel remained motionless not primarily as a result of his fatigue and hunger, but of a strange, overwhelming comfort.

After lying in the sand for some time, Oppel could hear the faint sound of sand being stepped on and forming itself around the shape of feet in it's superb malleability. The moistness of the sand made the noise louder than it would have been if it were dry, only alerting Oppel of the position of whoever was nearby. At this point Oppel was lying with his stomach touching the ground, leaving his head with a very limited range of mobility. In order to see who was approaching, Oppel would need to turn himself over.

Oppel withdrew the hand that was stretched out, touching the water that brushed up against it when the waves swept towards the land. He faced his palm downwards next to his head, and did the same with his other hand. Very gently, Oppel began to push upward. His hands and arms trembled in weakness as slowly twisted his body and collapsed after a moment with his back touching the ground, hearing the one he was trying to see call out at him. Oppel turned his head towards the approaching boy, his hair tangled and now filled with sand. As the boy approached Oppel returned the call as loud as he possibly could,

"Actually my boy, I'm the most okay I've ever been." He smiled once more, closing his eyes as it was too difficult to keep them open.

The man looked worse for wear, elven judging by his ears. It looked as if he hadn't slept in quite a while, and as if he hadn't eaten in about as long. He seemed strangely happy that he was there, on the beach, with the water lapping up onto his outstretched hand.

"Oh... I'm not so sure about that, you look like a mess..." he said, kneeling down at the man. Why was he here, and how had he gotten here? Why hadn't he eaten or slept along the way? A handful of reasons popped up, each much less believable than the last.

"I think you need some help..." he said, looking around, hoping to see someone else taking a midnight stroll. Sadly, he saw nobody. He looked down at the man. This could be serious, and he doubted that he had the capacity to carry the man all the way to town...

"You really don't look so well..." he said, a worried look on his face.

For a moment he sat there, litening to the rythmic waves beating the shore. The smell of sea salt reached his nostrils, the refreshing feeling of cold mist invading every inch of exposed flesh. This was a marvelous place... But he snapped out of it suddenly, nudging the man gently.

"Come on, get up, we need to get you to town..."