The ranger nodded and looked around. Spotting his boots, he slipped into them and pulled the ties tight. Rising, he donned his cloak, strapped his belt around his waist, and picked up his bow.<br/><br/>"I'm relieved to see that all of my gear made it out alright... I would have been sorely cross if they broke my bow." He chuckled and gestured toward the door, "Shall we?"<br/><br/>He stepped forward and led the way out of the hospital wing. The day was bright, sunny, and very warm for such high altitude and mountainous terrain. He turned his face up toward the sun and smiled, closing his eyes for a moment. "Its a gorgeous day." he remarked, then turned to lead the boy down a lane, "I want to check the watchtowers before we head up the pass. Its best I make an appearance, make sure the watches are going as they should.<br/><br/>The route only took them a while. Before long, they'd made a full circuit of the city wall, ending at the tower closest to the direction they needed to go in order to visit the pass. As they were hiking up the road heading for the pass, the ranger reached up to the collar of his shirt, feeling beneath it along his neck. It started out as a seemingly unconscious gesture, something he did out of habit, then he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and began patting himself down, searching for something.<br/><br/>His eyes went wide and he turned back to stare out over the valley, a pit forming in his stomach. There was nothing that could be done about it, however, so he coughed, cleared his throat, and tried to pretend nothing had happened. Turning back up the hill, he continued walking.