"You can't run forever, Armond."

He was getting close, he could just feel it. Of course, the hoof prints on the ground were fresh tracks, and the lingering scent of horses was more than enough to tell that someone had recently left on horse back. Samael stood. It was finally time he set out for his target. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was really off here. He wasn't exactly saying that he didn't want the money, but he felt a bit confused as to why the prince of all people would risk hiring him. Should he be worried?

... He could worry about that later.

The sky drew dark as Samael neared the end of the trail. He could hear people talking up ahead. [i]Finally![/i] He thought to himself, [i]Maybe one of these people can tell me where he went, I'm getting sick of looking for him.[/i] He stepped in to the clearin, preparing to speak. He cleared his throat, almost a little too aggressively.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your camping trip, but I'm looking for a certain-"

His gaze suddenly caught a familiar figure sitting on a stump. He abruptly stopped mid-sentence, surprised to find the prince himself.

"Oh... that was easier than expected."