[color=FAEBD7]Time: 10am, Traveling from Sun Elf Kingdom to River port.
Location: The woods outside River Port
Interactions: Boar, Joverine
Mentions: [@Alivefalling]
Equipment: New backpack acquired from Sun Elf Kingdom odds and ends, traveling essentials including portal hygiene products, his journal along with the ink pot and quill, a small fire starter kit, a water canteen, and a bed roll tied to the top of his backpack, coin purse tied to his belt containing approx. 450 amas from his previous commission. Personal axe, forged from iron but etched with intricate markings, a 'travel-sized' pickaxe, made from iron and kept simple.[/color]

A rustle here, a snort there. Orenn was moving through the weeds in the woods, trying to track down his target. It would be inappropriate to call it his prey out here. As far as he knows, there could be creatures so big in these woods, they eat his kind in one fell swoop and doesn't even break their stride. He will approach this with caution, but in a relaxed manner.

The rustling sounds seems to have quickened. Orenn's eybrows furrowed as he drew his axe out of his belt and scanned his surroundings. He was never the most proficient hunter. His kind were never meant to be one's traditional hunter-gatherer. Sure, they farmed here and there, but in terms of animal kills, they traded or bartered in the market to fill their need. However, in Orenn's case, he has had to survive much of his adult life on his own. Trading and bartering weren't always enough. He learned to hunt, he learned to track. Most of all, he learned to survive.

[color=FAEBD7]"I swear I'm hearing some sort of battle-theme. Me brains must be fryin in this stupid heat. I cannae be hearing such tunes out here in the sticks..."[/color] Orenn thought to himself. He kept his axe in his dominant right arm and reached for his water canteen with his left. Before he can take the drink, however, Orenn felt a presence bearing down on him. Swinging his body slightly back and to his left, he swung his axe in a wide crescent from left to right as well. The momentum of the motion cause Orenn to pivot. [color=FAEBD7]"Well there ya are, ya beauty."[/color] Orenn huffed softly. A small devious grin appeared on his face as he saw the charging barrow. Orenn quickly shrugged off his pack and slung it to a nearby tree as he took his stance, ready to make his first dodge away from the boar.

As the boar approached, Orenn dropped into an athletic stance. As much as a man of his stature can muster, anyways. He also gripped his axe with both hands, sliding his right hand up quite close to the base of the axe-blade and his left hand held the handle of the axe a mere few inches from the bottom. Orenn licked his lips and in a flash the boar was on him. Sliding his left foot back behind his right, he turned his entire body sideways to the boar charging in a straight line and with both hands on his axe, he attempted to take a big hack at the body of the boar...