Filling Ghislain in on the nature of the quest, and what scant information you already had, did not take too long. When all was said, he rose, nodding. "Just give me a few moments." He retreated to another room in the house, coming back a few minutes later, dressed for the hunt. A quiver of arrows sat on one hip, a large knife on the other, and a short bow strung in his hand.<br/><br/>He led the way into the forest, stopping at the edge of the trees. From a pouch he took a measure of tobacco, which he reverently buried, scraping a shallow hole with his knife before covering it over. "For the King of the Forest." he said. "You understand, yes?"<br/><br/>Tracking was not the quickest of tasks, and hour after hour passed by as Ghislain led the way out from the village, sweeping back and forth in the hope of catching some trace of the mysterious beast. The sun made it's way across the sky, and the shadows lengthened, the forest slowly darkening.<br/><br/>"What do you wish to do?" Ghislain asked at length, gesturing towards the westward sun. "Do we stay and camp out, or do we return to the village and begin again in the morning? I smell rain coming, and I do not think the night will be a pleasant one."