( He goes for a change of scenery. Yes, he's totally capable of hopping on his horse and riding out for days at a time like he would back home, but there's a difference. Two days' ride covers drastically fewer miles than two days' drive, and no matter how far out he goes for a hunt around here, he still only ever sees desert. At least Nocwich throws him back into the forest for a while, even if it is perpetually night.
He spends most of his time in the hunting grounds, night vision drops in his eyes, sporting borrowed weapons. It's not particularly smart or safe for him to be going at it alone, but nevertheless he is for nearly two straight days. Pushing himself to his limits, pushing himself past all good sense, bringing down beasts that should be well out of his wheelhouse โ but no matter how many he brings down, it never feels like enough. He sells the meat, the bones, the hides, and then he goes right back in, brutally savage, non-stop.
When he's finally too exhausted to continue, he makes his way to the hot springs โ spending a good twenty minutes off to the side, considerately scrubbing away the blood from his skin and his hair before he steps in, so that he doesn't taint the water. )
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He spends most of his time in the hunting grounds, night vision drops in his eyes, sporting borrowed weapons. It's not particularly smart or safe for him to be going at it alone, but nevertheless he is for nearly two straight days. Pushing himself to his limits, pushing himself past all good sense, bringing down beasts that should be well out of his wheelhouse โ but no matter how many he brings down, it never feels like enough. He sells the meat, the bones, the hides, and then he goes right back in, brutally savage, non-stop.
When he's finally too exhausted to continue, he makes his way to the hot springs โ spending a good twenty minutes off to the side, considerately scrubbing away the blood from his skin and his hair before he steps in, so that he doesn't taint the water. )