Paedt dressed himself, it was time for him to head out. His robes were modeled after that of the Greybeards, colored black and the celtic knot stitched into the front replaced with a red rose, and white thorns in the stitching extending along the robes. He took cloth wrappings and wrapped his ankles and wrists to brace them. He put on some sturdy hobnailed leather boots, fine nordic steel in the toe, as well as soft leather gauntlets with nordic steel in the knuckles. The last piece of his ensemble, something his mother had insisted on, a circlet she claimed the head Imperial smith made. It was a thick strip of nordic steel, carved imagery of a hawk adorned it with inset moonstones as its eyes. He struggled to get it through his thick red braids comfortably, and once satisfied with the results, he looked in the mirror. He didn't see how the circlet was supposed to make him look like royalty, nonetheless he liked the look of it with the rest of his clothing. He smiled, admiring his reflection before grabbing his satchel and weapons. He placed his two dragonbone tomahawks at either hip, placing his dragonbone scimitar at his right hip and his bow across his back. He slung his satchel over his shoulder and left out the bedroom door, running down the halls of the White-Gold Tower. He made it past the guards, as stoic as ever, and burst out the doors leading out to the imperial city. He continued running until he made it to the Talos Plaza district and out of the gates of the city. He began walking as he caught his breath, walking along the bridge leading out into the Great Forest. He looked side to side in the road before deciding that plunging into the forest was the ideal option. He tromped through the underbrush, looking around at the scenery around him. He pulled his bow off his back, deciding to hunt and then set up camp for the day once he had his food. He climbed into a tree and found a good spot to be nestled before looking around. Soon, there was a large boar, his mouth watered at the thought of boar for dinner and he nocked an arrow. Lining up with his target, he let the arrow fly. The boar fell, dead, not even knowing what killed it. He whooped and climbed down from the tree, grabbing the boar by the tusks and carrying it while he looked for a campsite. He strained under the weight of the boar, the stink getting to him after a couple hours and he scowled. Finally he found a clearing that he determined large enough and dug a firepit before hacking off a couple branches from some nearby trees to make a fire and several spits. He piled a large amount of rocks in and around the pit. He pulled his knife out of his satchel and hurriedly skinned it, his stomach growling even as he did. He hung the skin on a nearby tree with his knife before tossing the pig on the rocks and hacking off its legs with one of his tomahawks. He set up the logs and sticks for the fire and took a breath, "Yol." He shouted silently, causing fire to spring from his maw and light up the logs. He set up four spits for the legs and propped them up around the flame, staring into it hungrily.