Keeping his cowl pulled low, Jerik made sure to keep his face hidden from most. It wasnâ€™t out of fear of being recognized, but rather a simple habit he had began to pick up in his time traveling through the woods and learning to move with the shadows. Sure he could move through a forest as silent as a snake in the grass, but now after it having been so long he felt oddly exposed. Still he had a few things he was sure he could find some trader willing to buy. That, and the fact that he was currently running low on arrows made it clear that he was going to need to head to the closest town. As it was, that town was Aborline.<br/><br/>Touching the pouch at his side where he had collected a number of fangs, and pelts from various creatures, he sighed to himself. He would be lucky to get enough to fill half his quiver. â€œGuess I could buy the heads.â€ He muttered to himself. He wasnâ€™t particularly good with fletching arrows, but he could manage something  well to get him by.  As if protesting the thought though, his stomach picked that exact moment to growl furiously at him and he sighed.  Well, he could get  the arrows then head back out. Hearing it growl more, he just sighed. â€œIâ€™d never manage to get close enough.â€ He said with a sigh. It wasnâ€™t his fault really. Just before he had gotten on the road, he had spent a day tracking a rather large buck through the woods. Only to have the thing jumped and ripped apart by a pack of wolves. Which meant he hadnâ€™t eaten for the past two days.<br/><br/>â€œStupid wolves.â€ He grumbled as he looked around for a long moment, trying to decide what would be the best course for him. Buy the arrows and hope he could keep his stomach quiet enough to hunt, or buy some food and a place to sleep and fletch his own arrows. His roaring stomach answered that for him though as he continued on the path. Food and sleep. â€œI need to look for some work.â€ He muttered to himself.<br/><br/>Reaching up,  Jerik let a hand slip out from under his cloak to touch the pendent with the symbol of his goddess. â€œMaliki give me strength. â€ He whispered before continuing down the path and keeping his head low once more.