Thorin enjoyed the songs the night brought the him, the hooting of owls, and other birds making their respective noises. For some reason, it made Thorin feel at home, his spirit put at ease as he walked the path towards the clearing with the Hunter's Lodge. He hoped that Violet would be there, or that at least the burning torch which he carried carefully would be a beacon to her.<br/><br/>Thorin had indeed noticed the snapped branches and tramples bushes. It made him wonder for a bit what had passed the path. Most likely it would be a ragtag group of soldiers who returned home, or something like that, perhaps a group of goblins trying to attack the town but Thorin did not worry his mind about it too much, the most important thing right now was finding Violet. Just to be sure, he pulled one dagger out of his sheath and held it tightly with his free hand.