Spring 15, 511 AV
Dimitri walked out of the gates following the road. He looked up at the sky, sun just beginning to rise, the moon floating like a dream escaping into the ether. The sky glowed an ominous red, the air a slight chill. Dimitri was the only noise around, the dull thuds of his leatherbound footfalls, the muted taps of his quiver and sword bouncing of his legs as they hung from his hips, and the sound of his slightly anxious breath. He knew what he was doing could be considered reckless and stupid, but he was determined. He was going hunting, by himself. He held his whitewood shortbow as he followed the road into the Bronze Wood. He figured he would wander quietly around until he stumbled upon something he could put an arrow into.
He quietly stepped off the road into the muddy ground. The recent rains soaked everything, but were essential for feeding the city. He tried looking in the mud for some sort of tracks, but never saw any. He continued along the growth slowly, looking back and forth between the ground and the landscape before him. He finally found some sort of animal track. A large circle with four smaller circles at the top. He followed, careful to also watch the area ahead. The tracks led to a small flooded pond, then further into the woods. Two hours later the trail ended cold at a tree, scratch marks on it. Dimitri sighed as he looked up the tree knowing all this time was wasted.
His nostrils flared as a smell he recognized was carried to him by the wind. It was a fire. He looked around the wood and just barely saw a faint smoke in the distance. He started toward it wondering if it were another hunter. As he got closer he was behind a tree and peered at the source of the smoke. It came from a campfire, in a small single person camp. Fairly basic, no tent, no horse, so someone was just resting there. He had to be cautious so he drew his sword with his right hand and kept his bow in his left as he started toward the camp.