Razor had been weary of travel, which was surprising for the rather youngish Ramen (at least compared to most of this kind) but even the most young spirited can be sick of seeing the same scenery over and over again. And it didn't help that most of the hunting before they got to this mountainous forest was sparring, this land showing him the greatest bounty of meat he had seen in months. But, all hard work is usually paid off in a way that is just so very satisfying.<br/><br/>The Ramen hunter was clad in his usual 'social attire' of his thick crimson robes that weren't easy to damage and a black mask that hid his face. His clawed feet, perfectly hidden by the robe but the footprints were easy to spot and identify as inhuman, made barely a sound as they stabbed into the ground and left as he walked. He tried to hide his inhuman features by trying to strut at a human pace, but a keen eye could tell that there was something off about this man.<br/><br/>He and his one companion have been traveling for a few days straight, unable to find a place suitable for camping in this strange land. They were use to bad lands and near desolate locations where food was scarce. Here, who knows what was around the corner. Eventually, as they went further up the road, there were signs of a village around...but Razor decided not to risk going there. It looked remote, therefore the beings there could be hostile...they certainly didn't look like Ramen houses. And he knew his companion was deathly shy around others, so it was best to just avoid it.<br/><br/>That was when they found it...a lone hut that appeared on the outskirts of the town. Razor couldn't really see, due to not having any eyes, but he had heard it from his companion and grunted. Though it wasn't a very human sounding grunt...it was more of a primal grunt, like a bestial force of noise that came out with a hissing voice that sounded like stale wind trying to slither its way through a cracked wall amplified by the mask.<br/><br/>"Well...Maybe the people will not notice...And we can keep the tent and rolls packed away...if this place is as abandoned as you say, Foran..."<br/><br/>He allowed his friend to open the door for him, again not having any eyes isn't good for seeing, and walked in the hut...using the echoes from the floorboards to try and map out the floor of the hut, and using his very dangerous claws to feel the walls to help him navigate. Yes it seemed like it would do well to give the two fugitives homage. Ignoring whatever his companion might be saying, he continued to map out the house for himself as he said:<br/><br/>"Foran...prepare dinner...I assume it'll be best to rest here for the night."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>