A figure searched through the bushes at that same moment. An older man that had dropped something on the ground and was looking for it. He hadn't paid any attention to his surroundings during his search. For all he knew, there was an entire gang of robbers hiding in the bushes around him.

Finally, he found what he was looking for. It was nothing more than a pair of reading glasses. A banal thing, but necesarry for his attempts at reading the map the local yokels had given him. He hadn't much faith in the piece of paper seeing as their 'help' had already seen him completely lost in this accursed place.

Then, his attention was gripped by something. he cleared his throat and looked up towards a articular tree. "The shadows whisper to me about a spy in the sky. Hiding just makes me suspicious, so I suggest you come on down and speak to me."