The forest brimmed with life. Vibrant in color, the trees grew to enormous heights yet sunlight glimmered through the canopy freely allowing flowers to bloom all around. Birds and critters all around sung their song to give the expanse even more life.<br/><br/>A loud crunch through the trees as a a new glimmer appeared. This was not the sun, but a reflection of it. Shining off a very foreign substance for this land; steel. Holding this steel was a man garbed in a dark brown cloak, covering his body head to toe. Blackened boots, dirty and worn with overuse clung to his feet adding to the chorus of his destruction through the calm wood. A dirty tan tunic covered his torso and arms, one such shielding his face as he tore the steel through the brush once more, giving him a path through the beauty.<br/><br/>It had been three days after entering these wood on just a rumor. Three days of walking through muck, brush, thorns and marsh to seek his target. An elf was in this forest, one his employer wanted quite a sum for. One he intended on collecting, but the rumble of his stomach stopped the thoughts of future payment to thoughts of the present. He needed food.<br/><br/>Sheathing his sword he set to tracking, but no sooner had he started, he heard something most unexpected. The soft lilt of music through the air. It seemed his stomach would have to wait, and he crouched down making himself as small as possible, keeping to the shade of trees.<br/><br/>The sound stopped soon, but the man found the trail of a more cumbersome soul. A few goblins lie bleed out on the ground, completely run through. No belongings around them, petty robbery of monsters or maybe the other way around? Didn't matter to him. What did matter is the trail left goes deeper into the wood, towards where the music once was.<br/><br/>He slunk down once more, following the trail left by the human, (Assumed so by the tracks left.) After another fifteen minutes, the light grew brighter, giving way to two figures. One armed with sword, the other with flute. It was easy to assume which was which, and he laid low for a time, within the shadows. He needed the elf alive, and with a witness it would prove troublesome. The man no worse for wear even with the scuffle of goblins, so it might prove troublesome to deal with him in a fight. Other actions were required.<br/><br/>Stowing his blade under his cloak, hidden from view, and removing his bow, he made his way into the clearing, mock curiousness splayed skillfully over his face. "Oh, apologies. I don't mean to intrude, I was merely stalking some game to eat for the night and came across some dead goblins. I followed the tracks to see that no one was harmed."