As the rain continued to bounce down, Eodras slowly followed the tracks of the caravan. His hood was covering his face and his cloak was wrapped around him keeping him slightly sheltered from the rain. But all he could think of was the woman he met, her face and that voice was burned into his memory. He'd never seen anyone like her before. Curiosity was starting to sink in, Eodras wanted to know who she was, he wished that he didn't leave now. 

The sound of people laughing brought him back to reality, a few moments later all of the caravans came into view. People were piled into tents and the wagons, with a few people unlucky enough to be out in the rain. Eodras was one of those unlucky few. He casually walked through the camp and took his cloak off. Within a few minutes Eodras had made a makeshift tent tying his cloak to a branch and to the floor a few feet away from the tree. He leaned against the tree and went to work on skinning the squirrels while also having a nosy at what was happening in the camp. Skinning the animals was always the worst bit as he started to fling all the innards into the forest behind him. Anyone was welcome to one of the squirrels but he doubted anybody would queue up for a measly squirrel.

It didn't take long for the woman to come back into his thoughts, but he had to get that her out of his mind, he'd never see her again. Eodras started to quietly whistle a tune as he carried on with his task.