Arranis looks outside at the waning sun, its fingers still dappling the tips of the tree leaves. He sighs, What a wonderful time of day. He grumbles to himself however. Spending a whole day indoors, I am wasting away. He sits straighter in his chair, before heading out of the inn. Leaving some schlaff on the table. Enough to pay for the food he had been consuming.
He breaths in the fresh air of the outside world, and clicks his tongue, and his horse trots around the front of the building. "Hey boy" he murmurs, "Want to go hunting?" he slings himself into the saddle, and pulls an arrow out of his quiver, and laying it on the string of his bow, an unremarkable thing, but something that screamed danger. He sets off at a trot into the forest, looking at the ground to find tracks, when he sees his horses ears prick up. He stops him with a nudge, and listens. Voices. He dismounts quitely, giving his horse a predetermined signal to go and hide somewhere, and ghosts his way to the voices, his cloak blending him in with the environment.