"Thief-taker. I'm a Rancelman. Well...was..." Tegwaret spoke non-chalantly as he helped Leland down around into the cave. "No, I still am," he added, stepping forward to set his bow and quiver down near the back. "Can't take my powers away, I suppose. Still can see as far as the mind can throw, and with the proper fire, only a densely covered brain can block my thoughts."
The cave, half-exposed to the elements, was tall enough for Tegwaret to stand erect under, even with a few inches of headroom above him. A small, solitary pile of brush near the back wall, covered with a large brown cloak, acted as a temporary bed. Right under the brim of the cave's entrance, a small ring of rocks had served as a fire pit, with only a yard or so of sand separating it from a very short and worn edge to the river. It was no particularly breath-taking view, just the moderately wide river and a dense forest on the other side. Tegwaret plopped down on the bed, legs crossed beneath him as the pulled the arrow out of the duck and started to pull it's feathers off, tossing them into the firepit.