On his way to the cathedral, the undead went. Venturing through the forests of Dryhtwood, had been a rather pleasant experience considering there wasn't much danger which lurked. Or so he thought... The armored boots crunched upon the leaves and dirt below, as Vidar walked. Rather slow steps, but for a warrior not very so. Almost as if he were walking with caution, but it was also the armor which weighed him down. But one could never be too certain within the forest. Vidar often disliked the elves, considering the fae and the elves were almost constantly at war with each other, he found it somewhat hard to believe that their territory had been left to so small, just the pink forest which was Niwetri. The former general swordsman remembered the times when they had land outside of the pink territory, where they had parts of the green forest just like the elves. The treaty was still so foreign in his mind, but the undead thought of it no longer, continuing his way as he walked along the off-beaten path. It led him to parts of the river, as he could see it here and there from where he stood. However, as he made his way through, following the general direction of the river north, to where it should take him to Niwetri, he continued onward. He eventually walked outside of the dense brush, onto a larger dirt path that was above but right next to the large running river. He could hear the sounds of the water rushing by, thinking to himself that this might have been a better way to go if he had known there would be a path. But, he could never be too wary, and accepted the fact as he continued alongside the river, not knowing what creatures may lay within its depths...