Hunter is busy with his book when all of a sudden he feels a presence outside of the tavern that intrigues him, reaching out with his mind, he recoils slightly as he feels a mind in deep turmoil, maybe he could help this person, maybe he couldn't, either way he was interested enough to investigate. Drinking the last of his water, he placed the container back down on the table and picked up his staff with one hand, the other hand placing the book back into his robe. He stood swiftly and silently, stalking through the bustling room towards the exit. As he passed them he gave the strangers one last look and then he was outside in the dark night.<br/><br/>Looking up at a nearby tree, he saw the person who he sought. Walking to the base of the tree, his face still obscured by his robe hood, he spoke to the silent stranger who was perched up in the branches.<br/><br/>"What or who is it you seek? Your mind is troubled, maybe you could use some help?"<br/><br/>He spoke calmly, the first words he had spoken in many nights, the only other words spoken so far had been of course when he had asked for a drink back in the noisy alcohol ridden tavern.