The cool breeze touch's his face, chilling his bones, Khajit aren't used to the year long winter that is Skyrims climate. A roar and black wings break his train of thought and draw his gaze to his future prey. The black dragons moves swifter than any beast he had yet slain and it soon departs from sight. "Looks like he's gone for good this time.", Hadvar emerges from behinde a large rock and takes a few steps down the hill as he speaks. "I'm sure we'll seeing plenty more of him, in fact, im counting on it." Qa'Rhaska replies with a smile. Now unsure of his choice to free this renegade Hadvar takes a few steps away from Qa'Rhaska and voices his unease in a none specific manner "It's probably best if we split up from here... uh good luck, i wouldn't have made it without your help today" Hadvar begins to leave before bestowing one last act of kindness to the outsider "My uncle's the blacksmith in Riverwood, a village not too far from here... i'm sure he'd help you out" he then turns and disapears down the trail. Letting out a sigh of reliefe Qa'Rhaska adjusts his tunic having a section tear off from where he touched. "Hmm Perhaps i should find some new clothes" Qa'Rhaska often spoke alloud to himself, he prefered the solitary life so had little need to keep thoughts to himself.
Skyrim certainly seemed more rich with life than Elswyre a theory he hoped held true, he was yet to see any prey travelling along the road. Not a few minutes of travel later he came across Three odd carved standing stones "whats this? Skrim is know for its ruins and places of worship but these dont resemble either of those things" Inspecting them closer he came to realise "A carving of a warrior, a mage and a thief.... These represent the birth stars! A hunter above all values descretion... so" touching his hand against the thief stone it iluminates and fills Qa'Rhaska with a sense of knowing. pleased with his descion Qa'Rhaska turns away but stops whn the wind carries a familiar scent to his keen nose. "a camp fire?" he smells again "and salmon, as well as..... elf." Behinde the Mage stone he can make out a small encampment and sure enough a Bosmer hunter tends his fire wearing the fur of the beasts he's killed, Qa'Rhaska's stomach growels. "Finaly! Prey!" he crouches behinde the stone and knocks an arrow in place. Silently making his way down a gentle hill, keeping close to a small cliff face, with his target in sight he takes aim. His arm relaxes letting the arrow fly and bury itself in the unsuspecting wood elfs neck.
As Qa'Rhaska removes his arrow from his kills neck he pats it down taking from it it's clothing, chest key and gold pouch, lighter than he expeced but a hunter as limited as this one wasnt expected to make many septims anyway. Re-dressing the Bosmer in his tatered tunic he pushes the corpse into the river. "now.. what game did this one have?" opening the chest, as he expeced, he found only preserved meats, pelts and a small amount more of gold. "Pathetic but usefull to me".
"Now... where did Hadvar say he was headed?...... a small village called.. Riverwood.... as it stands i dont have nearly the equipment neaded to hunt game in this land. Perhaps i'll pay this village a visit."
