Seirin takes a moment once off the road to scratch a small X into the roots of the tree he'd entered at; it wasn't so helpful to do this at the road, but he did intend to leave himself a small trail back to the exit with the help of his rapier once he was further in to the Mosswood. Just as he's finished this, however, the Tiefling hears the faint scrape of a foot kicking up dust. Automatically he crouches down low, nearly completely hiding his small frame behind the trunk of a tree. He was halfway certain it'd come from the road. A moment more and this thought was confirmed; there he was. An exceptionally handsome, bare-chested man was coming up the road, two blades strapped to his back and a bow in hand. Seirin stared unabashedly, and why not? He wouldn't know, and Seirin liked the first impression he made.<br/><br/>For someone walking a road alone at night, the man didn't seem the least bit put off. The Tiefling had a fairly sharp eye, and his eye was telling him he didn't quite look like the locals of Sand-point. He certainly wasn't armed or acting like one; no, he was acting a lot like Seirin would, and indeed perhaps even more brazenly -- Seirin was wearing armor and crouching off the road, after all -- these things combined, leading him to believe it must have been one of the travelers he was competing with for the head of the Goblin. He must have been the Ulfen hunter; the short-bow screamed the occupation, and his hair just wasn't dark enough for Seirin's first guess to be a Chelaxian.<br/><br/>He stopped, suddenly looking lost.<br/><br/>Seirin was smart enough to figure out he must have been following him. It only made sense; it was possible that the Ulfen had heard something that Seirin hadn't, but... he doubted that very much. His ears were as sharp as ever. How long must he have been following Seirin? Had he been following the whole way out there? Suddenly he felt flustered; his cheeks flushing a brighter shade of red. He decided it was best to confront the Ulfen; to get right up into his face. He watched, waiting for the male to turn his head to the other side of the road again.<br/><br/>Seirin stood and stepped out from the tree quickly and gracefully, moving fluidly enough towards the hunter that his long hair never got a chance to still until he was just a step or two away from the hunter he'd managed to momentarily confuse. His rapier readied, tilting upwards towards the neck of the Ulfen as Seirin stepped close -- maybe too close -- before speaking. The advantage of surprise came in hand here, if the Ulfen's intentions weren't purely helpful.<br/><br/>"Are you following me, Sir? Without even introducing yourself?"<br/><br/>A less than threatening question, despite the weapon poised to strike. Somewhere, deep down, Seirin knew he was only doing it to have an excuse to invade the man's personal space -- and as a means of soothing some of the slightly injured pride he had for not detecting his presence sooner. If the Ulfen had wanted to hurt him, he could have shot a few arrows right into Seirin's back once they got a while away from town. There didn't seem to much of a risk of someone happening upon a murder out here!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">character stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"> This is Seirin's Character Sheet; descriptions are at the bottom. (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=159428)<br/>Inspiration Pool 7/8<br/>Panache Pool 7/7<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Extracts Prepared:</span><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Disguise Self, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Vocal Alteration, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Cure Light Wounds, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Expeditious Retreat, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Adhesive Spittle, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Invisibility x3, 2nd level</li></ul><br/>Dex(+4, -2 wis) Mutagen Prepared<br/></div></div>