T’was yet another rainy morn when Korv awoke. It was a light, peaceful rain and he chose to wander outside to enjoy the cool, calming air.
Korv truly enjoyed mornings like this. Slightly gray and quiet, with just a hint of sun peeking out from behind the clouds, reminding all that hope was always just around the corner.
He sat in quiet contemplation with his daily brew. He had begun his journey to reenter the fray. This was a time of rebirth, indeed. Though he had faced countless battles in his day, even a seasoned warrior like Korv sometimes had to come to terms with the nervousness that precedes a great campaign. He reminded himself that this was not fear, but excitement at the prospect of a new battle. He knew in his heart that his skills were worthy, and he was a more than capable hand.
As he finished his brew, he prepared to start his day in earnest. He must procure victuals and continue his search for a conquest that was worthy of his mettle.
The rain had lifted slightly and only the gray sky remained as Korv set out to leave the village. This day would take him through some less than desirable area on the way to his destination, but it could not be helped. He did not mind the journey so much. He must merely remember to be continually aware of his surroundings as he moved about.
He moved through the area without incident, but his caution was warranted. Only a week before, there had been an attack by bandits very near the path he needed to tread. While he was a warrior, Korv knew that avoidance, if possible, was always best.
He made his way to the local market and proceeded to look over the bountiful harvests available to him. There was always a wide variety of choices, and sometimes Korv wished he could take them all home with him! As he was still training to regain his form and skill, He opted for mostly fresher selections and limited the amount of treats he would allow himself.
On his way to the open exhibition, Korv was stopped by a local merchant who asked for a moment of his time. He was in the employ of a man who had heard of Korv’s skills, and was in need of someone with a mighty sword arm.
As they conversed, he asked Korv questions about the battles he had fought previously, and of his leadership skills in various campaigns.
Korv spoke briefly and concisely about his experiences, being mindful not to be too humble nor too boastful. The art of negotiation was a delicate one, indeed. One must always be cautious, so as not to drive the other party off, but keep them invested in the tale.
The merchant seemed quite impressed with Korv’s experiences and wished to speak more on the morrow. Korv cheerfully agreed, and they would meet again at the appointed time.
Korv, spirits high now, made for home. He must prepare to meet again with this gentleman, and learn more about the opportunity they may have to offer him.
As he sat for his evening meal, Korv looked forward to the coming days, hopeful that his return from exile would not last much longer. He had made progress today, and for him, this was a minor victory on the road back to the fields of conquest.
The Beginning At Last 
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