4th of Summer, 513AV
It had been two days since his arrival in Zeltiva, and the first day he had to himself. Arturo sat in the dirt for a long moment, wiggling his bare toes in the unfamiliar soil. It felt the same as it did in Syliras, but just knowing how far it was from his old home... that was enough to keep his head spinning. It was almost sunrise before the young bowman had gathered his wits about him once again. Unwrapping the sleeveless tunic which had been resting to his right, he dumped the contents onto the ground and slipped on the simple cloth. He rose to one knee, taking from the small pile one of the scaled leather grieves. Taking his time, Arturo firmly strapped the earth-tone armor on before wiggling his foot to make sure it was a comfortable fit.
The other leg was next, then the chest and back. It was almost half an hour before he was fully adorned in his camouflage armor with his quiver tied to the back of his waist and his bow in hand. The other still carried the matching helm to his armor, and with his choice in tunic his tanned arms from the vambrace to the hem of his tunic were exposed, but only for a moment. From his belt he took his waterskin and poured just a bit into the sand before he shoveled clumps and smearing them over his exposed arms and neck. Though only a light coating he found it suitable for the task.
Arturo's body seemed to move on its own through all this, ghosting old actions as if he had just left his Father's home for a hunt in the Bronze Woods. His thoughts were a bit more complex, thrumming with questions with little answer. 'What beasts will I find here?' That was the primary voice. 'Where would the best game be? High altitude or in the valleys?' Then the thought of monsters came... 'Best take note of good vantage points or hiding nooks while I'm looking.' There was no fear of monsters, but then again he was not stupid.
With a calming breath to clear his mind, he set off. Today he would keep close to the city, get a feel for the lay of the land... and hopefully find a good catch. His money pouch was sorely empty, a good hunt could be just the cure...