[Seth Lavryl]

Seth marched onwards into the heart of the unknown, trekking through brushes and brambles and navigating across small cliff sides and ravines as his black leather boots traipsed into the earth rhythmically, each step measured out at a comfortable pace he could keep walking for candlemarks upon end without the slightest hint of weariness. He was a trained hunter, this one. Not trained in the conventional sense, but he’d braved Carmelya’s playground before and climbed to the top of the monkey bars like none other; his skill and hard work ethic was something of admiration amongst the local farmers in Trysvale, and his shot with a bow was continuously improving. He was near dead-accurate when he was cooped up in a still position and had enough time to train his eye to the target, moving or no. That said, such time rarely occurred frequently beyond the first shot, and most of the time for Seth, it was strike or go home after his first barrage of arrows.

Collecting them was Jalat’s Umblat to go through as well.

Shaking his head, Seth noticed the transition between night and day and the strange absence of sleepiness upon him. Instead, he it was replaced by an adrenaline-fueled exuberance and thrill of the hunt as he marched further and further away from society, leaving civilization behind. The words of the shopkeeper, Daw-ta, echoed in his ears, and he took them with caution. The Dorin might have thought him an idiot, but Seth felt he had a decent idea of what he was doing. Decent enough, at least. The simple fact that the Ursidae was three thousand pounds was just a little downer upon the Hunter, who had envisioned bringing the bear back in all his glory, but there were ways around that. He couldn’t possibly haul three thousand pounds of carcass back all this way; but most of that had to be raw muscle.

He mused upon this as he stepped foot into the clearing. Looking around, he surveyed his domain, examining it expertly with all the trained eyes and scrutinization of an amateur. Taking off his pack, he quickly took out the tent and unrolled it, allocating the stakes to all four sides of the structure before nailing them down with the edge of one of the taller poles meant to be added inside the tent for height. He’d pitched a tent before; Seth wasn’t an idiot, and any simple fool could just about manage as well as he was. The fire too, after a quick collection of wood and the added addition of one of the small paper balls Daw-ta had given him, and a ring of nearby rocks, Seth dug out a small burrow for the fire before lighting it with the flint and tinder he’d bought at the store. Throwing his pack inside but keeping his bow near him, Seth sat down and glanced over his small camp.

Stepping up, he examined the edge of the clearing, eyes scanning the bushes, the trees, getting a feel for the immediate environment. He also kept an eye out for any tree that would be easy to climb in a pinch should something happen.

With the base of operations set up for his first night, Seth played it safe and decided to keep it safe, staying within the camp site and mostly just inside his tent, listening to the occasional sounds of the wilderness as he waited to see how his body would adjust to the absence of sleep. He was guessing that, if he rested enough and gave himself time, his mind and body would adjust just fine and he’d be more alert during the second day of his hunt.