He hadn't paid much attention around, otherwise he might have noticed the falling of snow. Though globs of snow were falling everywhere, Why would it set him off in anyway. He slammed his bottle into the snow and looked over the artist rendering of the young woman, as if forcing it into his memory. The reward set was so high, It would feed his supply and upkeep for years. "100 Blood rubies....What did you do that was so bad...." He said softly, slowly putting the poster away, sinking back against the tree for a rest. His eyes closing to take in the sounds of the forest. Nothing but the occasional bird flying over head, and snowfall. It was oddly peaceful when it wasn't trying to kill him. He slowly moved forward and grabbed his bottle and uncorked it, the cork red with the fumes of the liquid inside."The best brew...no matter where I go..."<br/><br/>He slowly lifted the bottle to his lips, his movements stopping as he heard the distinct sound of a bow line being pulled taught. He only went stiff as he heard the words from above, several instincts flying through his mind all at once, Teleport to the space in front of him and kill her in some extravagant way, Toss the bottle directly above him and knock her out of the tree, set off a tornado. As all these thoughts passed through, He slowly lowered the bottle and sighed."Very well..." He said softly, Placing the bottle on the ground, only to lift his hands in a gesture to give up."I'm not moving." He said calmly, going stiff with compliance."But can I ask you to come down here and talk?" He called up to her, keeping his eyes forward, hands up and away from his sword."Otherwise, I'm just going to assume that you'll miss and come after you...It's your choice..."<br/><br/>He remained in his complacent state for several seconds, waiting patiently for more words, or her to jump down and land in front of him, neither would have surprised him, and he was ready for both. His eyes were now swirling was torrents of emotions, never twisting the same way twice, the sign of a proud man, driven to his goals. He truly hoped this was who he was looking for, afterall, Who else could have made the hunter, the hunted.