Amelia was in a nearby village. A kindly old farmer had agreed to house the two of them and, thankfully, had asked no questions about the small carriage Shortbeak brought everywhere as she set about to work the best way she knew how as they made their way between major towns: by going to the local land owner and requesting permission to hunt on the land. It turned out that Gethrenia was one of the few places that allowed near universal rights to hunting. Being so heavily agrarian and focused on herding animals, hunting was done more for sport than in most kingdoms. Permission was granted by some functionary at the door at the local earl’s estate without so much as a second glance, with the only stipulation being that the results of the hunt would be sold within earldom. She readily agreed. All she needed was the spare leather and the coin she could get from the rest, she didn’t care who bought it or why. She set out in earnest.