Jon heard the rustling outside of his camp. He acted casually knowing that the slightest movement on his part could be the end of him. He walked over to his items where he left at the dead skin of the buck. He grabbed his bow and knocked an arrow, preparing to shoot. Then, a voice reached his ear. A woman's voice...Odd. Jon turned around drawing his bow back. "State your name, house, and business in these woods my la...." Jon cut himself off. The use of "My lady" would make him seem royal. [i]"Nobody can know who i am"[/i] Jon told himself. Seeing she posed no immediate threat, Jon released the tension in his bow. "My apologies. Friend...for now. Can't trust anyone these days." Jon said. He went back to the dead buck and put on his belt, which contained his long sword. He wanted to make sure that she saw his sword to know that he wasn't to be messed with. "If you'd like, you can share some of the buck. You look quite hungry." Jon tried to say in a casual, commoner tone. All his life he grew up being royalty, now he had to change his entire life style to survive. "Does that mean I don't have to follow chivalry? Do normal men do that?" Jon ended up thinking.

The smell in the campsite was full of freshly cooked buck. Jon picked up a knife that was in the dirt and wiped it on his shirt. He started to carve the meat. He picked up a clay blow and placed the hunk of meat inside, the he placed the bowl on the ground. "Here" Jon said. Jon went back to his bad and pulled another bowl for himself out. He carved another hunk of meat and placed it in his own bowl. Jon cautiously walked to a rock and sat down looking at the woman who wandered into his campsite. "So...What brings you here? These woods are meant to be dangerous." Jon asked. He felt that his royal demeanor was still in his speech a tad. "Maybe I should curse more?" Jon asked himself. He sulked a little. He felt as if his days of running were over.