Amarene trudged on, keeping an eye out for any unwary game that may cross his path. Hunger interrupted his thoughts of what to do once he got inside the city. He hadn't worked on any material to sell that day, so the only alternative was to find any in need of help. But it was Industria, many of the upper class citizens put themselves above needing any outside help, and everyone else was too poor to even feed themselves. It would be a hassle. For a little while Amarene began to wonder if the trip was even worth it at all, but it wasn't like there was anywhere else to go.
"Heh... you could always try one of those Observer settlements lining the coast past the city." He chuckled to himself. While not every Observer was a condescending bigot, he had enough trouble dealing with them in the past to teach him to steer clear if at all possible.
Movement!
Almost instinctively Amarene jumped up into the woods' lower branches. There was something rustling in the underbrush not twenty feet away.
Please be something I can eat.. Amarene muttered. A minute passed. Two minutes. Something poked its head out of the bushes. It was a young deer, still practically a fawn. Amarene disliked hunting immature game, but sometimes beggars couldn't be choosers.
Preparing to strike, Amarene quietly reached for the short sword hidden in a compartment in the scroll case he carries strapped around him everywhere he goes. Firing a blade ring might be more efficient, but Amarene feared making too much noise and scaring it away.
Then... more movement? Amarene stopped cold. It was faint, but approaching closer. More than one individual, but not a very large group. The fawn was still immobile, looking about, but not in a panicked way. Almost as though it was waiting for something. It finally dawned on Amarene after a few more moments that something might be wrong.
"Where is your mother? Usually not far behind a fawn so young... I hear they stop in their tracks sometimes and wait to reunite when they get separated," Amarene strummed his fingertips against the blade, only partially withdrawn. Maybe the noise was this thing's family approaching, but as it got closer, Amarene began to doubt it. Opting for caution, as always, Amarene hid himself behind the trunk, peering out to see what would happen.