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The burly man watched as the woman in black seemed to set her eyes on him.  He tensed but was more out of cautiousness rather than fear.  His eyes narrowed as he took in her semblance.  Covered in her dark cloak and adorned by her long unkept black hair, she seemed to be a shadow in plain daylight.  She seemed to float towards him, and he would be willing to believer her incorporeal except for the thud the walking stick did every now and then as it hit the coble stone. The soft thud of her walking stick, an impending mark to her approach.  He noticed his heart seemed to keep beat with her stick.  

He started to lower himself, as many animals do in preparation for fight or flight.  Something inside him screamed she was no ordinary woman.  Something in her blue eyes spoke of wisdom and mystery.  She was old, much older than any woman he had yet seen even in the village.  Her skin was no stranger to sun and wind.  His soul could recognize another given to travel and the wilds.  He would have believed her some sort of human live crow had it not been for that look in her eyes. 

His inched a bit closer.  His interest had been piqued and he acted like a cautious cat or dog keeping sideways and head cocked to the side.  He took in her look again.  By all means, she did not seem from the area.  In all his years coming to the village he had never seen her.  He wondered why she was here.  Could she be related to the incident that the lad Bauld had spoke of earlier?  

Despite his look and his manners, Arn was actually very smart.  Some may attribute this intelligence as to the reason why he was so good at hunting.  Few knew that unknowns to Arn  himself, some deep magic within himself allowed him to ingest the memories of the animals he hunted.  It was through this that he was able to know the migration routes, find the hidden burrows, understand the animals behaviors.

He could not leave his wares so he stretched as much as he could until he lost sight of her.  Was she the trader from the south? Who knew.  His line of sight broken, this also broke his trance and he went back to the task at had.  He once again repeated his unique knock which he had picked up from the birds of the forest  a bit louder on the back door.