He suddenly stopped his pace and stood atop a tall tree, he could see a man sleeping against an old tree in the forest. Next to him was a pack, and a walking stick. He had found his man. He leaped down from the tree and landed silently on the forest floor. His robe jingled as all the instruments within moved about and he closed the distance between him and the sleeping traveler. He thought it rather foolish that he was sleeping, alone, in the middle of the night in a dark foreboding forest where all sorts of nasties of the night come out to play. He could see that the man was obviously much older than him, though this did not faze him, he obviously did not know what was good and not good to do in the darkness of the night. The young man relaxed and leaned against a tree, his arms tensed and ready to draw a blade should the traveler see him as a threat.<br/><br/>Sleep did not overtake him, for he has learned to be awake for longer periods of time than most men. Though he did get rather bored as he patiently waited for the man to awake.