Dargoth had been tracking the odd looking man for a while now. Any other traveler and he wouldnt have paid heed to the man. But his dress was rather unusual and his horse too well groomed to be a traveling man. Dargoth moved silently through the forest, not evern disturbing the squirrels and chipmunks who were usually skittish around humans. His forest garb - a forest green tunic, leather pants and a black cloak - helped blend him in with the surrounding forest. He stood still, resting on his long bow, one tip on the ground, the other under his hands supporting his chin. The man was a complete idiot.<br/><br/>As the horse shies away Dargoth knows he must act. He makes a beeline to cut the horse off, his soft padded feet hardly making a noise as he darts through the trees, a blur between shadows. He comes upon the horse, making a clicking noise to sooth the beast down. "Whoa..." He says calmly. "Whoa there boy...shh...calm down." He says, a gloved hand grabbing its rains, another stroking its neck. He casts a side long glance at the terrified man before focusing on the horse once more.