Garret watched the man leave the tavern and slowly walk around the building and out of sight. Normally he would think nothing of it, but this time something felt wrong, perhaps it was the years of training to notice minor things, perhaps it was a touch of the hunters paranoia creeping in, he couldn't tell. Slowly he backed away from the edge of the roof, careful not to step too hard or to hit any noise making objects. In his mind he calmed himself, and mulled over what weapon to use. He decided on his bow, pulling it out and flicking his wrist to unfold it, the arms clicking into place with a very light sound. Silently he reached a broad head to knock and readied a couple knives for a quick draw. He hoped it was nothing as he waited, but wait he did.