Clad in full armor, with his weapon held over the shoulder, Markus bushwhacked his way through the forests that still stood near Gold Village. He had been tasked as a scout one of the few people who could step into a Dragon Tribe and escape, but he wasn’t being exceptionally stealthy. While he didn’t announce his arrival by simply hacking a path through the sea of trees, neither did he slink about in the many shadows cast by the sun overhead. Walking firm and tall, he came to a halt with a small, “Ah,” as he felt the disturbance in the air in front of him. Reaching out with a finger of his claw-tipped gauntlet, he gently touched the ethereal barrier that had begun to reveal itself with his noticing. His touch sent the slightest ripples running over the construct, though they quickly faded away. Between its sensitivity and size, Markus wasn’t willing to risk it. The Grand-grand figure likely knew of his presence by now if it hadn’t already before, and given the Hunter’s plans before he had left he wasn’t really looking forward to find out if humans, much less a Dragonslayer like himself, were welcome. He eyed the large magical construct once more before quickly turning and walking away.
Markus didn’t go as far as some might have expected him to. Rather than the safety of Gold Village, Markus travelled several miles back through the forest before coming to a halt. Climbing atop one of the ancient trees that had grown massive, he took a seat at one of the topmost branches. From here he had easy sight for miles around into the clear sky. If any Dragon took flight, he’d see them. After all he hadn’t only been sent out as a scout, but also as an advanced guard to make first contact with any “rescuers”. The Hunters expected mostly Adults to be sent as rescuers, maybe a Grand figure at most, so it was supposedly within his capabilities. He guessed he’d find out soon enough.
Markus didn’t go as far as some might have expected him to. Rather than the safety of Gold Village, Markus travelled several miles back through the forest before coming to a halt. Climbing atop one of the ancient trees that had grown massive, he took a seat at one of the topmost branches. From here he had easy sight for miles around into the clear sky. If any Dragon took flight, he’d see them. After all he hadn’t only been sent out as a scout, but also as an advanced guard to make first contact with any “rescuers”. The Hunters expected mostly Adults to be sent as rescuers, maybe a Grand figure at most, so it was supposedly within his capabilities. He guessed he’d find out soon enough.