The sun had just begun its morning rise above the horizon; a lone figure stirred and smiled as the warm light brushed against his face through the cracks in the barn doors. After sleeping in a cold barn, a warm morning felt very welcome. As he got up, the sound of his joints cracking left and right alarmed him as he straightened out, maybe it was the stiff barn floor but most likely it was the bar fight he got into last night over a stupid dart game.

Lifting his hand up to the corner of his chin and mumbled in slight pain, "Oh, my jaw."

He could still feel the punch that caught him off guard and knocked him out, silently cursing to himself as he approached the barn doors lifting his hand and pushing against the creaking wooden slabs," Those son's of bitches were lucky there were only five of them."

Marrok of all people didn't really like unfair fighting; there was no honor in it. Stepping out into the warm sunlight a pungent odor filled the air, lifting one arm he realized that the foul smell was coming from him, sighing, softly he mumbled in irritation, "Time for a shower."

He wore brown cotton shirt that hung loosely at his sides; spots of blood ran along the collar, his pants were not much better off; and his leather boots were caked with dirt. Walking back inside the barn, hidden inside the mound of hay he had slept on was his small leather sheath protecting a steel blade, and a small gray colored bag; which held all his worldly belongings. Snapping the sheath to his belt, he reached down once to more to pull out a longer black sheath, holding the hidden blade fondly in his hands he quickly snapped that to the leather belt that circled his waist.

Throwing his bag across his shoulder he turned to set out for the nearest secluded watering hole. He smiled to himself as he remembered a nice hot-spring at the base of some volcanic mountains in the east. Arriving at the Smokey crater, Marrok quickly takes off his dirty cloths and slowly steps into the very hot hot-spring, slowly lowering himself down into the water; spikes of sensation ran through his blood causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise.

Closing his eyes, he sighed as the water laps gently against his muscular shoulders, in a relaxed voice he whispered to himself, "This feels so good."

He slowly sunk deeper into the hot, steamy water; tilting his head back he lifted his hands to wash some of the dirt from his dark hair. Time seemed to stand still as he swam a little ways to a small half submerged rock and rested his tired body against it.