Moutain Side Town

[Clay]

Cearúil

As Cearúil enters the small town, he looks around for a shop. He spots on a stones throw away from the Inn. Making his way there he takes in the small town. With how small the town was, he was surprised that there was an Inn. The shop he could understand because there probably wasn't mamy towns around here to buy supplies or trade with.

Entering the shop, he walks up to the counter and asks the old man behind the counter, "What do you all carry here?"
The old man eyes the newcomer and answers, "I little bit of everything, sir."

Cearúil nods and begins wandering the shop. He stops in front of some rope and picks up a long piece. Testing the ropes strength, he grins as he thinks of all the uses for it. It could come in real handy if I ever play with the leopard and panther, he thinks. Next he grabs some oil so he could oil the leather straps of his sword harass. The last thing he grabs is a small kit to sharpen his sword with.

Walking back up to the counter, he pays for the things and over pays. The old man says, "Sir, there is too much money here." Cearúil just smiles and says, "I know how much money is there." He grabs his things and turns to leave when the old man says, "Thank you kind sir." Cearúil waves it off with a smile. He had more money then he knew what to do with, way not give some of it to people who can use it.

Cearúil exits the shop and heads back out into the street.

[Clay]

Cearúil

Cearúil moves lazily down the worn dirt street. His posture is relaxed but his eyes carefully scan the area, though he didn't expect there to be any trouble in such a small town. Thoughts drift through his head as he heads toward the Inn. Briefly he thinks of the meeting to come between him and the two therian cats before his thoughts shift back to business.


Before Cearúil had left Midland in pursuit of Aaron, he had been approached by a man in his late twenties who looked vaguely familiar. The man introduced himself as Victor Borm and said he had a letter for him from Cearúil father. Cearúil thanked the man and accepted the letter but didn't open it until he was back in the inn where he had been staying.

Cearúil locked the door behind him then sat down on the bed and opened the letter.

To my dearest Son:

It has come to my attention that a young therian has been causing a lot of trouble. His name is Nathaniel, he is a cheetah therian and may be linked with the Unseen. He has been killing humans indiscriminately and if he is allowed to continue he will pose a threat to all therian's. Nathaniel must be stopped. I'm asking you to please find him and bring him back dead or alive. If he is connected with the Unseen try and bring him back alive. We need all the information about them that we can get. If he isn't connected with the Unseen but you think he can be reformed then you my also bring him back alive. If not, kill him. I trust your judgment in this. The quicker he is stopped the better. May the Goddess bless your hunt.

Sincerely,
Your Father

On the back of the letter was a detailed physical description of Nathaniel.

Cearúil carefully read the letter twice before he tucks it away in his knapsack. Climbing to his feet, he paced the room. Father knows I'm taking a break from Hunting, yet he still sent me this letter. This Nathaniel must be causing more then just a little trouble. I've heard about the Unseen before but we know little for sure about them. They seem to kill humans and therains but we don't know what their agenda is. If I'm able to bring Nathaniel back alive, we can question him and possibly learn more about the Unseen. I should be able to still track down and help Aaron while I look for Nathaniel. I'll ask about Nathaniel in every town I pass through. With that plan set firmly in his mind, a thrill of excitement courses through him. He was on the hunt once again. Yes he had been taking a break from hunting but he lived the thrill of the hunt, its was one of the greatest pleasures in his life. Cearúil quickly gathered his things then set out to find Aaron and Nathaniel.


Cearúil blinks away his memories as he pushes the Inn door open and walks into the dimly lit room. Briefly he scans the room before he heads toward the innkeeper who was sitting behind the bar. Sitting down in front the man, he sits a small purse of gold on the bar and says, "I'm looking for a young lad and was hoping you might have some information about him." The innkeeper glances at the purse like this is nothing new to him. Shrugging the man replies, "I can't make any promises that I have the information you seek but I'll try to answer your questions."

Over the next few minutes Cearúil gives the innkeeper a detailed description of Nathaniel, leaving out any hint that Nathaniel was therian. When Cearúil finishes the man shakes his head and says, "I'm sorry but I haven't seen or heard of this young lad." "It's quiet alright. Thank you for your time," with that Cearúil stands and smiles at the innkeeper before walking out of the Inn.

Glancing at the position fo the sun, he figures he can get a nap in before he meets with the two therians. He heads a little ways outside of town and into the woods before he deftly climbs a large tree. He gets comfortable before he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.