The early morning sun was obstructed by aloof, grey clouds. A land-bound counterpart of fog clung to the countryside determined not to yield. Every small noise was amplified in the dead air. Through this soundless white haze, something lumbered quickly through the forest. The witches had made their lair not three miles West of Cagir. The tiny farming village had carved just enough arable land to feed nearly 100 souls. The village did not trust the witches, but as long as no great tragedy befell the people, no angry mobs were sent to harass the hermits. The witches were even suffered to enter the town and barter for whatever necessities they might need. Most villagers dared not look directly at the outsiders. Certainly, none were brave enough to demand the witch's retreat.<br/><br/>Leaves and twigs rustled and snapped underfoot of something moving quickly past the lair. Ragged breathing could be heard by a sharp ear. The man responsible for this disturbance wore soiled clothing that once belonged to a wealthy personage. His satin shirt was filthy and soaked with sweat. His breaches were mostly brown save for the many moss and grass stains which now marred them from his many spills due to haste. A finely crafted hilt poked out from a leather sheath, both now impossible to assess due to a layer of mud. An equally caked dagger hung on the other hip with hints of gold peeking through the grime.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The man's brown eyes were wide and constantly gazed back over his shoulder at some invisible pursuit. His mouth hung open between gasps for air. A stone disrupted his path and sent him crashing to a bed of fallen leaves yet again. The man scrambled to his feet and turned quickly in a circle expecting to find someone behind him at any time. His chest heaved rapidly. Convinced he was alone for the moment, he paused long enough to catch his breath.<br/><br/><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><br/><br/>The three of you are in the forest not far from your lair, whatever you wish it to be within reason (cave, small hut). You heard the man running through the woods and can see his figure, but due to the fog are not close enough to make out fine details just yet. You may be together or apart. He does not appear to have seen any of you yet.