The Slayers Wyvern

It was early morning by the time Xen had woken up. The campfire from the night before had gone out. He was a monster slayer, or at least he was trying to be one. He had started his career a few months ago, but had yet to kill anything. It didn't matter where he went to find work, someone better always beat him there. He was hoping the village he was heading to, Wicker, would prove successful. He walked up the path slowly, counting his gold out for supplies. He had almost enough to get what he needed for his journey down the road.