65th of Fall, 517 AV
Jon set out from his village. What once was his home, and his prison. Though he'd made the best of it, he knew it wasn't the only thing in store for him. He'd packed his gear, making sure to triple check the goods he'd gained, and had stolen the hopefully one thing he'd need to: His brother's buckler.
He surely won't require it, thought Jon as he headed out, onto a small dirt path that led to the closest town yet to him: Ravok. He reasoned to himself that surely it couldn't be too difficult to take. Plus, if he moved quickly and before his brother noticed that both Jon and his buckler were missing, Jon could escape into the crowds. It would probably take too long for him to put two and two together, anyway. By the time he reached Ravok, Richard would probably have just noticed that his buckler was missing.
Thus, with his rest assured, Jon departed on the 5-day journey to Ravok.