He wandered again. Listening carefully as his studying gaze darted about the roads. Nothing. He moved on, following the route he so religously patrolled. Making for Ost Barandor for two reasons. Firstly to keep watch, secondly, to check up on the woman he had seen not a few days before.
He edged silently up the hill, cautiously avoiding the boars and bears. He pauses a moment. Gazing out over the plains. Again, nothing. He pricks his ears in an attempt to hear something other than the soft scrounging of hooves and the padding of paws as he steps up the worn stairway and through the demolished archway into the ruins. He walks purposefully to the edge, stopping only an inch before its crumbling perimeter. He raises his head, keeping his face concealed, his eyes scanning, looking and observing.
After some time, nothing has changed and he looks around for the woman, finding no sign of her. His head rolls forward as he notices something out of the ordinary about his feet. Tracks - his own.. the womans and anothers. Curious, he follows the womans tracks, his brain throbbing in an attempt to muster whose the others belonged to.
Unsuccessful, he continues, following her light trail down the hill once more, and over the river. He follows, keeping his eyes focused on the relatively fresh tracks, looking up only briefly to make sure no one is around. He follows his hand over the marks, following them as they lead him to a thicket, a lake also. He looks up, noticing a hooded figure near the waters edge. He approaches cautiously, hand on hilt.
Upon recognising her, he removes his hand and greets her softly. Once more, the interrogation begins. Questions thrown either way. Answers avoided, and hidden.
Time passed, hours flew by as nothing but she remains uncomfortable and afraid. The man learns more about the girl and is disturbed by what is so. Though he had lingered too long. He must press on and says his farwells once more. He walks off, taking another concerned glance at the woman, his mind desperately trying to decide should he return to check on her again. Or should he leave her to herself.
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