He walked through the forest with his hands in his pockets listening to the sounds around him. The area seemed rather lifeless, only a few sounds were heard off in the distance but most sounded like small animals running through the dead forest. The trees held no leafs on them, their branches twisted and warped with their neighbors forming a thick wooden canopy over the area blocking off any rays of sun that might peaked through the dark gray clouds. The weather today was rather chill and windy, Faust suspected a winter storm was approaching soon. The clouds had progressively gotten darker and darker since this morning and now were nearly black from whatever was brewing in them. There were a few small villages dotting the large forest but none of them were really around these parts. The people that lived out here in the boonies were more or less people that wanted their privacy for three reasons; to practice some of the more darker of the arts, to completely remove yourself from the grid, or to seek the power of the dark guild Savage Skull. Due to these reason not many families chose to settle in these areas.
Faust was coming up on the area that Fredrick had spoke of, the area was a small cluster of a few homes. There was a large crater surrounding an area near the homes, trees were broken and snapped around the area. It seemed that he had found the area that Fredrick had spoke of. He proceeded into the area with caution and a keen eye. The area was pretty broken and destroyed, it seemed that whatever happened here totaled the area. He walked the area looking down at the ground and the tree tops looking for clues of any kind. A small rustle perked his ears. He turned around immediately scanning the area for the source. A small flutter of white paper caught his eye. The paper was wedged in a small hole in the ground, only a tiny bit poked out of the hole. Faust reached for the paper, as he pulled it he felt a tug underneath, A quick pull and the page ripped in half but in the process brought up whatever was buried beneath. A small leather journal, its yellow pages fluttered in the wind back and forth. Faust picked up the book and flipped through the first few pages. The book seemed to be someone’s journal. The journal talked about some magic that allowed for the user to call upon a magic that allowed for wishes to be granted, a magic that was said to be next to the one magic. Faust was interested in the journal immediately and would have read more in it but a sudden snap of twigs and the approach of an unfamiliar scent caused him to instantly store the book in the inside of the peacoat. He waited to see what approached him.