Reimu crawled along the grasses, careful not to be seen before she was ready.  She reached the top of the hill and looked down.  Suddenly she was glad she had eaten, because the smell of roasting meat hit her nose and smelled wonderful.  Down below at the bottom of the hill she spied a small camp.  There a man sat roasting meat over a small fire.  The man looked fairly normal with one exception, his skin was green.  Besides him there was a spear and the man wore a leather kilt.  Otherwise Reimu spotted nothing out of the ordinary.