(Cay)<br/><br/>Anton looked around, waiting to see if she will make a mistake, even a simple one of running away. It would give away her position but something else happened. A soft breeze blew his way, gentle and fresh, signalizing another day... it would've been more pleasant if it didn't turn into a strong gust that almost knocked him down onto the ground. Such a strong wind should not be this deep into the forest. That was anything but natural and it convinced him that she just may be the 'witch'. He tried to push forward but the wind slowed his progress, making him struggle for every single step. It was logical to assume she would want to push him away from her and that meant the wind would travel in opposite direction of her escape. Now it was just matter of time before he finds her.<br/><br/>But there was more than just wind. The howling started and made him stop in his tracks and look around, crossbow pointed forward, switching to new direction to spot the forest hunters. If she can conjure such a force, to force wolves to work for her then it was no doubt she is dangerous... Those poor sods back in the forest didn't fell before a scared girl... they fell before a witch who controls powers beyond their comprehension. Silently he cursed Sedric for giving him that wanted paper, waiting behind large oak until the wind subsided. It took too long for the wind to die out but once it did, Anton ran with full speed, slipping among the trees as if he was born in the forest. Cursing continued as he ran, knowing that she already gained considerable advantage over him. She won't stay in the forest... town is only option if she wants to elude him and other hunters. Best way to hide is to be in plain sight, right under their noses. Regular mercenaries rarely considered this logic but bounty hunters knew all the ways of urban concealment.<br/><br/>Finally, he stopped running as he made way to the clearing, catching his breath. Town just down the hill looked like a good place to be, an oasis of civilization in the sea of wilderness... There is no point in running anymore and with slow, calm pace, he moved into the town. "Shit..." he mumbled, displeased with development. Now he has to search this place which is anything but easy. After all this time spent running, she will look for food and new clothes. Others may not know her face so they might be fooled to sell her such. Once more he looked at piece of paper, measuring her face up and down, remembering every line and curve. With crossbow on his back, he moved through the streets, carefully scanning every woman with his eyes. She has to be here somewhere.