In a distance, away from the group, a young man, in a slightly torn t-shirt, rests in a tree. He crouches on one of the branches like a baseball catcher and looks down. Underneath him, Blades scouring the ground, looking for any trace of him. He smiles slyly and leans back in his tree. He gently takes out his bow and arrows, the ones that he keeps stashed up in the tree. He draws the quiver onto his back and counts three Blades. He draws out three arrows and notches one in his bow. He immediately fires off one after the other, taking all three down. He then leaps off the tree and lands gracefully on the ground. 

He smiles down at the fallen Blades before beginning to walk. His quiver bounces against his back and he walks far enough to where he hears voices. He pauses. He grabs the lowest branch of the nearest tree and swings himself up onto it. He then begins to jump from tree to tree, until he is right above a small group of people. He sits in the tree and watches them silently.