I can see myself now, walking away from a big battle field, with the smell of battle still on it. The enemy defeated, the enemy which wanted world domination.
I walk away, with a beautifull sun rise in my back, to a destination unknown. To a destitination of new creatures. To a destination to explore, and slaughte any evil creature that dares to attack me.
I will not attack, because I wish to be a ranger, and I only fight when I must. With my bow on my back, a long sword by my side, and a creature which I tamed on a little distance ahead of me to warn me of any danger.