Avak trudged through the dense landscape of a thick forest, crunching his feet on various twigs strewn about the damp, muddy ground. A slick black pistol hung from his waist and clung to his leg, resting in its dark, leather holster. He continued to walk forward, keeping his eyes on guard of everything ahead of him. So far, he'd seen no signs of what he was supposed to be looking for, but that didn't tempt him to give up. Minute by minute, he progressed forward, hopping over patches of colorful flora and curving around towering trees which met in the sky and formed a green canopy-like roof.