Archer had spent all day in the forest. After falling on some not-so friendly man-eating plants, he had to trudge all the way to the summoning spot by foot. The only problem was, he had no idea which direction he was going, and he did not know what he was looking for either. All he hoped was that the human would be so surprised they were whisked away to another realm, that they stayed in place.
As Archer trudged to what he hoped was the summoning spot, he made a rather comical sight. Where he once wore white trousers, they were now stained brown and green with mud and chlorophyll. His gold shirt was torn at the shoulder and a piece of man-eating plant clung to him like a mite. His mane of hair was equally bedraggled, knotted and frayed. Still, he soldiered on.
Archer knew the consequences of not returning with a human, and he was not ready to face Belos' wrath. No. His only option was to find this human, even if he had to march through hell and back to find them.
As the exhausting walk wore on, Archer noticed the sun begin to set. He cursed the fact he had no bile-sack of his own, and as such could perform no magic without his staff. Still, he could feel the tingle of magic up ahead, and he dare not go back. As he made his way through the trees and brush, he felt a vine wrap around his foot. Had he not been exhausted, it would have been easy to avoid, but in this state, it was enough to bring the guard to his knees.
Archer, now bowed over in the dirt, turned his face upward to see a stone doorway and a pair of footprints scorched into the earth. As he smiled in appreciation at what he had created, Archer's vision began to blur, and darkness crept at the corner of his sight. With a groan of exhaustion, Archer let unconsciousness claim him.