The Hunt is On (aka Rivin's Entrance!) Who:Rivin and Tegwaret What: Rivin gathers supplies and prepares to take Teg in the woods. Where: Briefly in town before going for Teg's hideout When: After Teg's encounter with Aoife, late afternoon Rating: Possibly PG-13 for violence
Rivin set his bag down beside the well located in one of the town’s centers. Sapphire City was one of the largest that he had been in, so it was relatively easy to let himself go unnoticed. Especially when he needed to move relatively quickly and quietly. Propping his back against the well as he sat next to his bag, he nudged his bow and wrapped sword aside as he pulled a shirt from his bag. Cursing his inability to store, having used everything from his breakfast fire this morning flying here, he pulled out a stub of a pillar candle and a small flint. Picking up a stone, he struck the flint. The spark took to the wick quickly since he had added oil to it before packing it away. Setting the candle in front of him, he carefully drew from the candle and closed his eyes as he rubbed the shirt’s fabric between his fingers.
There we are. Hello Tegwaret, Rivin thought as he saw his target once again. Fidgeting as he was laying out parcels in the woods. He had been going to shop the last time that Rivin had checked in. Decent looking, 21 year-old. Tall, blond, and the only human around. He had it narrowed between him and the other shorter man before, but now he was certain with the second time of Seeing him.
Not the time to wonder about a conscience, Rivin said with a sigh, tucking his target’s shirt back into his pack. How someone like Estoir could describe him as so ugly a soul when every bounty hunter contact he heard only spoke well of him was a mystery. But a bounty was a bounty.
The sun had been on its descent when he was alone. From the feel of the vision, it would take place today. That meant he had at least an hour to find food and supplies, as well as a horse to haul his target, before his vision took place. Looking up to the sky, he nodded to himself. He would get the supplies then set up in the woods. Blowing out the candle and tucking it and the flint back in his bag, he shouldered it as he stood. Time to move.