Nedheleg walked lazily along the southeast road from Clearpine Pond, leading a medium-sized buck at his side. The buck was under his influence, having been spotted and commanded to follow by the Bosmer ranger only a few minutes prior. It now obediently trotted along with Nedheleg, unknowingly going to it's own doom.<br/><br/>When they reached the forked road that would take them to Dragon Bridge, Nedheleg took the buck to the side of the road, then casually pulled out one of his grahl-bone daggers and drove it up into the deer's skull from the back of it's neck, neatly killing it and reducing it's postmortem spasms. It would have felt very little pain.<br/><br/>Once he had set it on the ground, Nedheleg slit it's throat, allowing it to bleed itself out before getting to the task of dressing it.<br/><br/>After eviscerating and cutting the buck into various pieces, Nedheleg separated the organs into edibles and bait, put them into large leather sacks, and wrapped the cuts with more leather.<br/><br/>His kill situated, Nedheleg walked towards Dragon Bridge, lifting his mask up and eating the raw liver on the way.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">~Later~</span></div><br/><br/>After explaining himself to the guards (being covered in deer blood did give him a bit of a fearsome appearance), and giving them each a choice cut of venison to ease his way, Nedheleg made his way to the tavern, where he was hoping to trade his kill for septims. And perhaps a bath.<br/><br/>He entered the tavern, losing his hearing to a pleasant crowd of satisfied patrons, picking up on bits of whispered conversations, and filing away any pieces of information he might be able to use later.<br/><br/>"Hey there, Ned." Faida, the Nord innkeeper said, eyeing him appraisingly.<br/><br/>"Greetings, Faida." Nedheleg replied, grinning and resting his least bloody elbow against the counter. "Is there a room available? Maybe one with a bath?"<br/><br/>"That'll cost you. What did you bring me?"<br/><br/>The mans smile broadened as he presented his recent kill, passing it to the woman across the counter. She accepted the parcel with an eager smile, then handed him a key and a clean washrag.<br/><br/>"I'll send Julienne up to prepare the bath for you." She said, taking the venison to the back of the bar area to be salted.<br/><br/>Nedheleg nodded, then took his leave, heading up to the room he usually occupied when he came through town.