42 of winter 512 AV
Cil sighs happily as he enter the familiar tavern, petting Sen (A white-ish grey wolf dog) lightly on the head. He stops by the bar to just get some water, then goes to the hearth. He sits off, away from people (as much as he can by the hearth) simply petting the wolf and eating jerky from his pack. He looks rather forlorn over there, trying to warm his hands and stretch out after hunting, after that though he unstrings his bow, checks his coins and and food, then just waits, only here to idle time by and catch any news. The occasional locals exchange pleasantries with him and such, but he keeps to himself, prefering to listen than to speak.
He eventually gets bored and begins carving on some deer antlers. If it's seen they'd just be plain lines for now, very light. But, they become the scene of him chasing the deer through the woods, the different antlers telling the story of the deer's life and death. Once the scene is done he goes over them again, idling the time by as he gives more detail to the story, flushing out the background, adding in random forest animals in trees.