O'walu stood around the corner, watching cautiously as two men threw another man out of a building. The spirits whispered to him in his sleep, and the paint on these mens' faces fitted what he thought the whisperers might look like. There was another, shrouded in shadow as he was now (Spot success, 17+1), looking out for the law, but it seemed to O'walu as if the guards went out of their way to neglect crime in this city. It was one of the chief reasons the Hunter found solace among the trees, rather than the people hiding from them.<br/><br/>He was not afraid to confront them; the Hunter knew not fear, but self-preservation was his first goal, and he would not act rashly. He stepped out from the corner, his hand not far from the hilt of his sword. Directing his question toward the painted brutes, he said, "What trouble is being caused here?" He spoke softly but clearly, not out of timidity, but for some other reason.