It didn't seem the hooded figure reacted at all to anything going on around him. Though the world did seem to respond to him. People wandering shifted, automatically, around him, maybe not even noticing he was there, maybe overlooking him. Animals didn't bother him, even mosquitoes buzzed by him to settle on others for their meals.<br/>Prayer bead after prayer bead slipped through fingers, head held low as he kept walking, keeping up with the caravan, though seeming to walk slow.<br/>Who was this? What was he doing here? Only he, himself, knew. At least, that would be logical. And the world was logical, no?<br/><br/>One incident placed him in the here and now. At one time his hand had risen when a guard had passed by. A young, female Elf, bow in hand, eyes more on the forest than on the caravan. The hand had landed on her shoulder and she had drawn her attention towards the cloaked and hooded person on mere instinct, visibly shocked for a moment, but pulling her act back to a calm, reserved one quickly. She had given the figure a slight nod of the head, but he hadn't spoken a word. When his hand had moved from her shoulder, she had turned her attention away from the forest and to the caravan, much more alert than she had been before. And searching for something. Or someone.