Aidan Millborrow had a tendency to find himself exactly in whatever place he needed to be. He didn't always know it, much like today, when he found himself riding out much further than he usually did in search of a wild boar that had been plaguing his tenants for some time. Many had attempted to stop it before, and most believed that he would fail as well. He'd tracked the beast for many hours, then lost the trail. He continued on, not quite ready to give up, when he heard voices ahead of him.
Slowing his horse, Aidan approached the two- the mist was sudden and something felt off. Dismounting, he reached for the lead on his horse and led him forward, calling out in greeting. "Hello?"