Unferth sighed as he dragged himself through the forest. Had he taken a moment to think, he would have realized that forests were not the environment for him; animals could hear him coming from a distance. How exactly was he going to hunt? He would have to rely on trapping and luck.<br/><br/>He heard the rustle of movement and grabbed his bow in preparation, but to his surprise, a young girl stepped out of the underbrush. Unferth’s mind immediately jumped to calculating the possibilities. She hardly seemed like some kind of bandit, but then why would a pretty young girl of her age be marching about in the forest alone? She was armed with a bow as well; if they did have to fight he was not sure who would get the first shot off. Still despite the improbability of her being there, Unferth’s instinct was that she was not a threat, something about her seemed sheltered, and she did not have the rough look of someone who had been stalking the forest for long. She probably was afraid of him, with his face and weapon he probably looked like a bandit to her.<br/><br/>The girl asked for his name, quite a curious thing to be asking. Cautiously, still ready to strike if necessary, Unferth spoke “My name is Unferth, and I am a passerby here, meaning no harm to anyone who means me none.  Now that I’ve shared my name would you care to share yours?”<br/>