Jon was hunting when he heard it. There was a rustle behind him. He let an arrow loose and heard a small squeak in the thicket behind him. "Just a rabbit." Jon said in a sigh of relief. Jon pulled his arrow out, put it back in his quiver, put the rabbit in his bag, and started to track the buck he was looking for. He followed the tracks into a clearing, where he saw the buck. While knocking an arrow, Jon heard a rustle. He accidentally let the arrow go and looked behind. Nothing, however the clearing was filled with the buck's screams of pain, as the arrow hit it's leg. "Thank the Gods." Jon thought, he would now be able to track the buck easier. He followed the trail of blood until he came across the buck again. After knocking an arrow, Jon let it fly. It penetrated the buck straight through the brain. There was a loud thunk as the buck hit the ground. Jon ran over to it, pulled his arrows out, and picked it up, throwing it over his shoulders. He needed to get back to camp where he could skin the buck. Jon was very hungry. This hunting expedition took him 2 days. At this point, Jon was starving.

Jon laid the buck down as soon as he got to camp and immediately got to work skinning it. His mouth was watering just looking at it. The skinning took a good two hours. He finally cut the good parts of the meat off. Jon lit a fire and started to cook it. He was going to have a big feast in honor of his first and hopefully last forest. Something felt off to him. As if he shouldn't be here. Jon passed it off and went back to tending his cooking buck.

Trice wasn't sure if she believed the old man when he sent her out to find "her other half", surely he didn't mean it in a romantic sense. Since she was in no mood to be in a commitment of any kind. Why did she even listen to the healer of her village she did not know, all she knew was at the time she was scared. All will die if you do not look and do not accept your destiny! The words played over and over in her head but it didn't make it any easier to understand, what in the heavens did the old man mean? She had been searching for weeks for her "other half" but she couldn't find the person. All she had to go on was that she would find him at his lowest. Well at least she knew it was a guy she was looking for, but other then that she didn't know. All the old man said was that she would know the person when she saw him, but still there was alot of men in the lands and it was not easy looking for a needle in a pile of needles.

It had been day since she had left the last village she stayed at but she felt drawn to the forest, as if a part of her knew she would find what she was looking for in there. But the forests of Reach were honestile and dangerous, hell the tree's could eat you! Well, so she had been told as a child. She walked a mile or so into the forest when she came upon a camp, she lifted an eyebrow as she looked around herself. This could of been a trap for all she knew, but as she skirted around the camp she found no signs of a trap. She slowly ventured in to take a closer look, but found nothing of value. Who ever was camping here wasn't bothing with packing alot of stuff.

Flowing a small trail she went deeper into the woods, she fallowed the old foot prints until she saw something infront of her. She tried to get closer without making a sound but the leave rustled and she had to duck quickly. She followed the person back to the camp once he got his deer, she watched as he skinned the animal then began to cut parts of the animal off to cook. She bit her lip at the smell of the cooking buck, heavens she was hungry. If this was the person she was looking for maybe he wouldn't mind sharing? Though by the looks of him, he was probably just as hungry as she was if not more so. As quietly as she could, she moved into his camp all the while read to defend herself if the need came up. "Are you friend or foe?" She asked in a strong tone but she made sure it wasn't threatening.

Jon heard the rustling outside of his camp. He acted casually knowing that the slightest movement on his part could be the end of him. He walked over to his items where he left at the dead skin of the buck. He grabbed his bow and knocked an arrow, preparing to shoot. Then, a voice reached his ear. A woman's voice...Odd. Jon turned around drawing his bow back. "State your name, house, and business in these woods my la...." Jon cut himself off. The use of "My lady" would make him seem royal. "Nobody can know who i am" Jon told himself. Seeing she posed no immediate threat, Jon released the tension in his bow. "My apologies. Friend...for now. Can't trust anyone these days." Jon said. He went back to the dead buck and put on his belt, which contained his long sword. He wanted to make sure that she saw his sword to know that he wasn't to be messed with. "If you'd like, you can share some of the buck. You look quite hungry." Jon tried to say in a casual, commoner tone. All his life he grew up being royalty, now he had to change his entire life style to survive. "Does that mean I don't have to follow chivalry? Do normal men do that?" Jon ended up thinking.

The smell in the campsite was full of freshly cooked buck. Jon picked up a knife that was in the dirt and wiped it on his shirt. He started to carve the meat. He picked up a clay blow and placed the hunk of meat inside, the he placed the bowl on the ground. "Here" Jon said. Jon went back to his bad and pulled another bowl for himself out. He carved another hunk of meat and placed it in his own bowl. Jon cautiously walked to a rock and sat down looking at the woman who wandered into his campsite. "So...What brings you here? These woods are meant to be dangerous." Jon asked. He felt that his royal demeanor was still in his speech a tad. "Maybe I should curse more?" Jon asked himself. He sulked a little. He felt as if his days of running were over.

Trice's heart started pounding wildly as she looked at the man before her, maybe it was that fact that he was pointing an arrow at her but she felt like she 'knew' him. She remained quiet as watched and listened to the man, she wasn't sure what to say. A part of her was sure that he was the one she was looking for, but what now? Was she supposed to tell him that he was her other 'half' to something she wasn't even sure of? Was she not to say that and just ask him to trust her while she lead him to the isle of the Rebels? Gods! She was so confused in that moment, she wished the old man explained things to her better. Shaking herself inwardly she looked down at the bowl of food that the man had offered her, she slowly sank down to sit next to the fire and eat.

"I'm in search for one that is to help me." She said after swallowing, she tried to word her words carefully. "I was told that I would find him when he was at his lowest." She said as she wiped her mouth and looked at the man. "Forgive me, but I forgot to introduce myself. I am Trice Hammeral, I hail from a small village on the coast of the sea." She felt a little odd being so formal but something about him made her fell that she had to be. She remembered how he nearly said 'my lady' earlier when he pointed an arrow at her, so he must of come from a higher rank then a farmer. Mayor? Lord? She wasn't sure. "May I ask why you are here as well?" She asked as she lifted an eye brow at him, why was he here? The only reason she was here was to find someone and her feet lead her into the woods. She was going to have a hard time explaining why she was searching for someone she didn't know and an even harder time explaining that she and said person had to go to the rebels for something important.

Jon was intrigued by her quest to find this person that was to help her. "At their lowest" Jon said, thinking a loud. "Well in here, I'll doubt you'll find many people besides me. You never know you might meet an elf." Jon slowly ate. "Yet, I'm feeling pretty low myself" Jon told himself. He deliberately tried to get the subject from changing to him. He had no intention of telling this lady his name. He needed to stay hidden. "Besides, how am I to trust her?" Jon asked himself. As she asked what he was doing in the woods, Jon sighed a little. He knew he had high hopes to begin with when he first met Trice. Jon knew, somewhere, he would have to explain himself..."I don't. I can just make up a better story." Jon thought.

"What a story indeed." Jon said in an unamused tone. "I was born in the North, me father was a guard on the Wall. He named me Jon. The wall keeps the wild ones out of Arynguard. Anyway, he was banished for breaking his vow of celibacy with a woman. He had already had me when he joined the Wall's guard, but another child was out of the question. They executed him, in front of me of course, leaving me to clean up the mess." Jon felt as if his commoner tone was improving. Yet, the royal tone still came out a bit when he spoke. "Aye, I knew I had to leave the Wall. I had no reason for living in the presence of my late fathers killers. However, I'd already taken my oath to the Wall then. So, I ran. I took what supplies I could and headed South. Now I'm here because food ran short. Needed to hunt." Jon heard a noise in the distance. It kept coming closer. "What's that?" Jon asked. The noise became cleared, a loud banging was ringing. Then a voice rang in his mind. It was old and ancient sounding, "Come chosen ones, come to me. The time is nye, the time is here." The banging got louder and then stopped suddenly, as if whatever was making that noise was less than half a mile away. "Did you hear that? The voice? Or have I gone insane?"