It didn't matter how much he searched, the "boy" simply disappeared. There were not even a trace from him.

Halting his efforts of looking for the boy, he looked around: most of the families were already inside their wagons, and a few were already sleeping inside their tents.

Agarwaen could ask for somewhere to sleep, but Darcyn's shouts and the noise his soldiers made were extremely irritating. Walking away from them, he steadly walked towards the far end of the caravan, heading to the forest. 
Yes... The forest would be the ideal place. No Darcyn, no shouts, only peace and the calming sound from leaves and small animals.

As he headed towards the forest, he saw a merchant carrying some crates, and a person talking to him.

Curious, he walked on their direction, probably the person was only buying something from him, but Agarwaen's curiosity was stronger than him.

As he went nearby them, he took a better look at the buyer. 
The second he looked at it, his muscles tensed up. That curved sword, the clothes, that accent...
No... Probably it was only a coincidence... It couldn't be.
Getting nearer the merchant's wagon, Agarwaen saw its eyes from a distance. The moment their eyes met, Agarwaen instinctively grabbed his bow and nocked an arrow. His eyes were sharp, focused on his target.

On the last second, he sheathed his bow, controlling his reflexes. His muscles were still tense, his hand was squeezing the arrow, almost breaking its shaft. 

Haradrim... He crossed sword with them many times. Their tactics were ruthless and their powerful Mumakil were tough creatures to deal with. What was one of them doing here? But he couldn't know  if this particular Haradrim was his enemy. One thing Agarwaen learned is that one couldn't judge if other was a friend or enemy just by its looks.

Sheathing his arrow, Agarwaen flexed his hand, relaxing his muscles.
Nodding to the Haradrim, he walked towards the forest, without taking his eyes of the Haradrim, not with the threatening stare as before, but now with curiosity, evaluating its actions, trying to see if it was friend or foe.
He continued doing so, until he reached the border of the forest, when he turned his head and walked inside it, almost disappearing inside it.

Once inside, he would look for a big tree, climb it and use its leaves to protect him from the rain.

[@Vas Khaleen]