65th Day of Spring, 510 AV
It was at the Sacred Arch Hotsprings that Talhar went for a relaxing bath before setting out for a few days of hunting. He had stripped himself naked and slipped in the hot springs for cleansing, he wanted to get rid off the city odor that would otherwise possibly interfere with his hunting.
He enjoyed the quiet and calm of the Sacred Arch Hotsprings tremendously, it was like he sank in a warm towel of the finest fur. Eventhough it was a bit late in the afternoon he had thought there'd be a few straglers left here. Luckily he had been wrong for he was not in the mood of the overzealous sound of playing children. He wanted some calm before the storm.
He had left his belongings right behind him and rested his head on his backpack, which was filled with food, water, tools to light a fire, a tent and a rug to sleep on. He had also brought with him his large quiver filled with half a dozen javelins and his large Vantha-crafted spear with a sturdy, wooden base and strong, white whalebone tip. He had left his Morwen's Lights - Cloak at the room he boarded in Syliras because he was afraid he might get it thorn in the woods.
He let out a heavy, relax-induced sigh and let his head rest on the backpack, closing his eyes.