Helping herd the sheep and goat into there plots and feeding the horses and oxen (almost getting rammed into in the process as normal) Ogcnoton then prepared for his next job. Hunting. He wasn't much use with a bow but he was one of the best as skinning and gutting, as they were something he did often before moving to this new land. Pocketing his skinning knife, grabbing a bucket to drain out the blood and guts the rat of a man began to run after the men and women riding there horse. Horse never liked him so he couldn't ride but he had tricks to catch up to them and the majority of the time they were staying at a slow and steady pace. Heading into the woods Ogcnoton couldn't help but think about the rival knight who attacked him. The fact he could escape the man's clutches was amazing and that he didn't back don to this man over cowering to a single glare from a servant made him wonder about his morals in life.