(Cay)<br/><br/>"I also know that it takes me one second to aim and shoot. If you can outrun it, you deserve to live... but that didn't help old woman." He uttered as he walked behind, crossbow rested on his arm, bolt pointed at her back. Being away from town and the mob gave him some quiet to think about means of reaching destination. She was not going to give him a smooth walk into the capital, he could bet his life on it and road before them was long. Hunter walked around Kateri and sat across her, right on one of the old tree stumps. Coat slowly opened to accommodate his leaned posture and crossbow that now rested upon his lap, revealing 'tools' that were covered so far. He was practical man, carrying no more than he needed but ensured he has enough for various situations. There were only a pair of daggers, quiver that hung from belt and a rope and even a bola on a chain. When it came to collecting bounties on people, he had to ensure they do not run away but nothing on him promised to be effective against a witch.<br/><br/>"Your<i>magic</i>is your resource, mine is people." He continued, keeping his gaze on her now that he could see her face. She was right to say that he doesn't need to hear her speak but he can see her move lips and that should be good enough alarm. Then again, he was still sailing in unknown waters and for all he knew, she don't even need to whisper words. Anxiety never left him though something did brought a small amount of comfort. If she really wanted to, she would've escaped already. Could it be that she needs preparation? If so, he was oblivious to components needed for a spell.<br/><br/>But another problem was within the sight. Evening was approaching and his stomach reminded him that it too exists. Reaching into a small bag he pulled out strips of smoked meat. Dried, salty, but it filled stomach well until the next day. Eyes wandered toward Kateri. Like him, she spent all day walking on empty stomach and no doubt soon she would begin to feel weakness. He wanted that... Weak witch has less strength and it meant less magic, at least that is what he thought. If it was any other criminal he would've knocked them out for the night and dragged them to nearest office of militia... but her weakness will only prolong their travel and it meant more opportunities for her to cast her magic. Other troubling thought was her notoriety. By now every mutt knew about her and would gladly slit Anton's throat for the sake of money Prince promised. Anton didn't want that... if someone is to deliver her, it will be him.<br/><br/>After a short moment of careful consideration, he threw a strip of smoked pig meat toward Kateri. "Eat" he ordered as he took a large bite of his own "I'm not letting you go forage for food tonight." Forest was long and wide, filled with trees older than he would ever be. Tracking her down would be nothing short of a nightmare and he wanted her to be as close as possible. As he took another bite of the chewy meat, he wondered about her words. In a way she was right and he only heard but a few stories of those who were either blessed or cursed with magic. Inquisition was merciless, relentless and only but a handful were ever fortunate enough to be employed by Inquisition for their agenda and even then it promised naught but lifetime of misery. Any sane man and woman would run if they were in Kateri's place "And how did he learned about you, hmm? You went over at court to play jester?"