Viltez manages to once more finish a job for the lovely woman without her laying hands on him, and bowing low after receiving his payment the young half breed walks swiftly away as if he has something he needs to do. This is not entirely inaccurate, he does still have one thing left to do before heading home, but he does feel a little bad about practically running away from the lady. After all, her advances are flattering, however Viltez is simply too cowardly to try and get too close to anyone. Well, anyone who lives in town at least. Aryx will be leaving town, and he seems trustworthy. The fascination and near admiration the male has for his fifth appendage makes the young man sure that Aryx would never do anything to put him in danger.

However, that little part of his mind, the one that always worries, begins poking at Viltez's fear, prodding him into thinking more and more about what would happen if anybody found out about him. [i]'Mister Aryx is alone in town. If he should slip up. . . But, no he wouldn't. He's smarter than that. But really, what do I know about him? Why do I trust him so much. Why am I willing to. . .But what [b]could[/b] I even do? I'm not the kind of person to threaten over something like this, and ancients know I could never harm him. . . .'[/i] A small whimper in the back of his throat draws the attention of a few woman standing outside a shop and Viltez jumps, his paranoia flashing through his mind the possibility that they know about him.

After a few minutes he makes his way to the parts store and pick up the thing he needs to deliver, the last job of his day, and has it paid towards the credit of the one he's to deliver it to. He manages to hide his panic as he makes the delivery on his way home, the lack of people staring or pointing at him relaxing him ever so slightly, and by the time he house comes into view he manages to begin breathing normally. His brows to furrow however when he feels several changes in breeze and he pauses to looking around. [i]'That's odd. I wonder what's up with the weather. I hope it's not a sign of one of those spiraling winds I've heard about from travelers. We've never had them here, but I don't suppose that means it's impossible for them to strike here'[/i]

With a shrug he makes his way closer to his house until he catches movement some distance away. Sliding up to his shack he peeks around the corner, something making him want to check out the situation before butting in. He smiles a little as he realizes that his guest is practicing with a bow. [i]'Wow, that's a hard weapon to wield according to the men in town. I know a lot of hunters use them, but I've always admired that skill. . .'[/i] As he watches he notices that Aryx isn't as good as a lot of hunters he's seen before, but the fact that he's hitting the target, and old stump, at all is enough to have him in awe. 

After several minutes of just watching Viltez's faith is renewed and he once again completely believes in the man before him. He also starts to feel a little bad about watching him without announcing himself. Stepping out with a light cough he waves in greeting, a shy look on his face. “Sorry, I've been watching you. I think it's amazing that you can use that thing. I've never had a talent for it, and I'm sure all the arrows would go wide on me, heh.” Rubbing the back of his neck he looks away, still a bit ashamed of watching him without permission. His brows furrow a bit as he spots an arrow on the roof, but he shrugs it off and looks back to his guest. “Would you like. . . .to head out now?” He smiles warmly and gestures towards the woods.