Cromwell had noted a deer in the distance. He stopped the pair of them and, with quick precision, loosed his arrow. It struck true, causing the deer to jump in surprise and panic and begin to run off. He picked up his pace, trying to keep the deer, or at least it's blood, in sight as they moved onward after the deer and towards town. It was during the chase that Ashryn's question came to the surface. He was crouched down, checking a track to make sure they were on the right path. He sighed, and thought for a moment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"As you are, if I did not know you were of royal blood, I would take you as some peasant girl who was tricked into giving away her maidenhood, now enraptured by a a drifter she'd never see again,"</span>Cromwell said simply, more analytical than hurtful.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"As for whether or not you've changed. You've grown up. That is all."</span><br/><br/>Cromwell stood and continued onward, veering off course with the trail, but only a little. Finally, they came to a clearing, one that looked out over two sights: the first, the deer that Cromwell had shot, heavily breathing and laying on it's side; the second, a village off in the distance. Cromwell sighed, not expecting this.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Both of these tasks are too much for you,"</span>he muttered, before kneeling by the deer and pulling free one of the daggers.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Watch closely. You will only be taught something once." </span>Cromwell began to skin the beast, not slowing to make sure she understood, but making sure every action he did was visible. He took his time, skinning the deer, laying everything out so it was able to be picked through. There was little that Cromwell wished to waste, mainly only the innards of the deer. Everything else was kept and bundled in sections. By the time he was done, the sun was low in the sky, threatening to dip away soon.