Suddenly, the sound of a bow drawing back an arrow penetrated the eerie quietness.<br/><br/>"Halt," came a calm, but authoritative voice. A sniper was perched in a tree hollow ahead, his weapon drawn back and aimed directly at Jasper. Carefully, he emerged, his features obscured by a dark linen hood. He was tall and appeared rather young, perhaps eighteen or twenty. He dressed much like an assassin would, with leather armor caressing his light cloth garb.<br/><br/>"What is your business here?" He asked the rider briskly, his bow still poised to take the shot. Jasper stopped the horse keeping his had away from his dagger no matter how much his body wanted to grab it. Looking at the strange man Jasper turned the horse to the side showing Tristina.<br/><br/>"This woman is sick I'm trying to fix her. You wouldn't happen to know where a stray Templar or Templar patrol is would you?" Lifting his hand above his head Jasper slowly reached his other had for the water skin at his side. "I'm reaching for my water she needs to be cooled down."