Times Stamp - 23rd of Winter 515
Thymara readied herself for a day out hunting, dressing quickly on her simplest set of clothes and checking the fletching on her arrows, she didn't particularly need the food, and if she got anything the money would be nice, but mostly she needed to get out of the pavilion and occupy her mind. Her parents had been pressuring her for weeks to get out and meet a man, and she had almost reached her breaking point, she just needed a few hours without them. So slinging her pack onto her back and grabbing her bow, Thymara mounted her strider Lazhae and set off at a steady trot to The Hunter's Alliance to try and find a hunting partner that wasn't related to her. She swung herself off her horse almost before that had stopped, and whispering a few assuring words in her mounts ear and making sure that she would stay, she strode quickly into the tent without paying much attention to her surroundings, and smacked right into the chest of a tall, muscular man with slightly graying hair who seemed to be exiting the tent. "Oh, sorry." She said, bouncing back in shock.