Baron creeps through the forest without sound. He curses at the luck he's had today. A single rabbit and a pheasant to feed his family. He supposes that his wife, Elizabeth can whip up a stew with it, but he'll either need to find some vegetables or buy some in town, where he would have to sell some of his game. He contemplates going further than usual. He's not even supposed to be hunting on this land, so why not go a little further than usual? After tossing it over in his mind a couple of times he decides he must. He curses under his breath and continues past the large oak with an 'X' on it. The oak marks the edge of his hunting grounds. Carefully, he treads lightly into the unknown territory.

"Well I'll be damned…" He states as he starts to notice the ruins of a town in a clearing, "All this, just over the border, huh? No wonder no one is supposed to be in this area."

Baron's hungry mind tells him to go explore the town for any signs of wildlife. He pulls out his bow in case he'll need to use it in a flash. He spots a couple of deer near the closest building. He crouches down and draws his bow. He takes a slow, deep breath releases the arrow. It soars and buries itself in the chest of the buck. It stumbles and tries to run. The rest of the deer scatter while the buck is shot again and falls.

"Finally, now maybe we can eat for a week." He smiles.

Baron walks over the buck, which is struggling for its life.

"Shhh, the pain will be gone soon. I'm sorry I had to do this."

The buck stops squirming before Baron can help it end its suffering.

"Well…shit…how do I get you home?"

Baron looks around for a sled of some sort. He checks the houses nearby.

"Well I guess I could just…rip a piece of wood off one of these buildings."

He goes to the house near where the buck went down and searches for a good sized piece of wood. He finds a mossy piece a little bigger than his arm's length inside of the house. He starts by kicking the surround boards out of place. He then starts to pry at the board until it loosens.

He hears movement from behind the board. He starts to let go, but suddenly the board bursts from the wall, knocking Baron down. He coughs at the dust filled air. He shields his eyes from anymore planks flying at him. His eyes widen as he sees a giant iron and wooden creature loom before him. Baron clambers backwards. The creature looks down at him.

"I am Guard Number 39. What is your business here?" Spoke the creature in a low tone.

"I-I'm sorry, I know I'm not allowed on this land, but my family, they're hungry. I just thought if I-I-" Baron stammered, but the creature stepped past him and out of the house.

It looked around the ruins of the town. It looked at each house individually before coming back to Baron.

"I am alone. I have failed. Where is everybody?" it spoke as it looked around.

"I- ah, I don't know. This place looks pretty abandoned. A-and I don't ever remember there being a town here in my life time," Baron responded.

"I was told to sleep until someone came for me. No one came for me," it looked at Baron directly, "Unless you came for me?"

"I, uh, No, I had no idea you were there in that….space. I just wanted the wood," Baron pointed at the small room where it came from.

"I was forgotten then. That was my room. I lay dormant until someone came for me. You came for me. Can I come with you?"

"Look, I really don't think-"Baron started, but quickly remembered his problem of carrying the deer home. "You can come."

There was a flash of delight in the creature's electric blue eyes.

"Thank you human!" it boomed as it picked up Baron gently and hugged him a little too tightly.

"Oh, geez, it's no problem, just put me down please," The creature put him down and stand waiting. "Ok, uhm, Guard 39, before we go, can you fill me in on what you are and what just happened?"

"I am a warforged warrior created over…over… I don't know when I was created. I don't… I don't remember much at all."

"Alright, so you're made for war?"

"That is correct, but I graced with a conscious."

"Alright…can you life heavy things?"

"Yes. I can lift objects, fight, chop lumber and fish. I will do what you tell me to, I have nowhere else to go."

"Okay, guard whatever number, and what kind of name is that?"

"It is the name I was given when I came to this town."

"Well, that won't do, from now on your name is….uhh…Daniel, and you are a man, right?"

"I do not have a designated gender. Daniel will do nicely."

"Great, Daniel, help me and carry this deer out of here and to home, okay?"

"Home? Where is home?"

"It's south of here. You just follow me and I'll take you there," Baron paused to think while he walked Daniel to the buck, "You alright with kids?"

"Yes, I am. I played with all the kids in this town. They were fond of climbing on my back. I liked to take care of them when I was asked," Daniel said as he picked up the buck.

"Well good! You'll fit in nicely. Just be gentler than you were with me. Don't forget how strong you are, Daniel."

"Daniel..." the warforged said in a low tone. Daniel looked the buck he was carrying, "I will not forget, master."

"Oh, don't call me 'Master' I'm not your master. I'm Baron. Call me Baron. I'll introduce you to everyone when we get home. Pelor, my wife is going to kill me…."

"Home," Daniel whispered.