The man kept his eyes wide and broad, cognizant of the potential dangers, latterly, he heard the streams of water coming from the river. As soon as the noise became much more clear and not vague, he hurriedly ran right to it and his ears did not disappoint.

Again, the view in front of him was pleasing. The rivulet's tempestuous caught his eye like it did the first time. Into the steady rising light, into the watery warmth of the air, comes the river of the forest, this great and gliding dame.

He was in awe, however, he did not forget the purpose of his arrival here. He rapidly walk near it and wandered his eyes around the water, observing every slight splash movement of it. Later on, he saw an average size fish and decided to steady the weapon he's holding.

Theon grips his unpolished old longbow firmly in his left hand, as he holds it out in front of his torso. Reaching down by his right side, the thumb, index and middle fingertips lightly grasp the feathered end of the wooden arrow that is sticking upright in the soil beside him. With an ever so gentle pluck, the arrow frees itself from the grip of the earth, as Theon raises the shaft to the bow.

With a skilled hand, he notches the arrow and draws the bowstring back, his muscles flex and strain against the natural strength of the longbow, forcing the arrow back to his cheek. The old oak bow creaks in protest as the leathery sinew of the bowstring pop and crackles under the enormous stress and pressure required to draw such a marvellous weapon back to his full potential. The bowstring painfully bites into the fleshy parts of Theon's index and middle fingertips.

Theon's arm muscles bulge, with his thick veins extending up as his arms begin to tremble from the tremendous force required to hold the bow ready. Silently, he mentally evaluates his target...range...distance...crosswinds...and elevates his aim to allow for the estimated arch and drop of the arrow to the fish.

Finally, he releases the arrow with a loud pronounced cracking SNAP of the bowstring. The shaft streaks from the longbow with lightning speed, launching high into the afternoon sky. The arrow gently floats over the high arch and begins to fall back earthward, plunging from the sky with deadly force.

It went right into the fish, clashed right into its flesh and this gave Theon the signal that he needs to hurry up and pick for it. Which he did.

"CRAP!" He whispered shouting when he almost slipped.

The fish was floating when he grabbed it. As soon as he went right back into the land, there was a vague shadow behind the three. It caught Theon's eye almost immediately. Before, heading to its position, he placed the fish on the huge rock that was placed near the river.

He slowly strode towards that shadow, hoping, it was another person and not Ambroz.

Indeed, it was another man. Sitting while holding his knees tight and trembling. The man saw him and stood up while still quivering for the reason Theon does not know why.

"Who are you? You don't look like one of our people." Theon asked.

Even though he does not know this man, Theon was rather confident that it would not win against him if warfare between them is set. This man was unarmed and was pitiful to look at.

It gripped his shoulders tightly. Theon slightly shivered when he felt the man's hands were cold.

"Y... Young man. You o...ought to help me. There's a man named Ambroz and he is a dangerous man." The man spoke with a tremor in his voice.

Theon furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean he's dangerous? What did this 'Ambroz' do to you?"

Theon noticed how the man's eyes were red and diverting them every second. It looked so scared. However, Theon was not quite convinced with it. If Ambroz was a dangerous man, Theon would be dead and breathless at this moment. Still, he wanted to confirm it. He knows nothing about Ambroz and this might just be the chance.

"Those vicious eyes, ravaging teeth, and that noise. It's all him!" The man said almost shouting.

Theon was rather even more confused.

'Is he perhaps describing a creature? Was it a male creature that was exactly named Ambroz? Was it Ambroz's pet?'

He could not help but furrowed his brows even more?

"You should tell me more, I don't understand." Theon inquired of this and held its arms.

"I... I can't say more to you. He will kill me. You need to run!" The man let go of his shoulders and ran.

Theon was still stuck underneath his grave but insisted to follow the man. It might help him point where to escape from this forest as well. But, the moment he started running where this man went, he slowly lost sight of him. Its appearance started to diminish. Theon was madly thwarted by it. Roamed his eyes around the tall trees and just like the air, it was as if the man was once there but disappeared in one blow.

"Where did he go?" Theon panted when he uttered those words of the question. He went in circles to navigate through the man, but there was no hint of him.

"Ah!" He yelled in frustration and slumped down. "I lost my chance, he might have been a huge help but I'm dumb enough to question about Ambroz first." He hissed and massaged his forehead.

'Why would such man run so fast like that?' Theon thought. After just realizing it, it looks ridiculous that it disappeared instantly when Theon runs faster than the looks of that man. It also was making a fuss about Ambroz.

"The longer I stay here, the more frustrated I get. Ambroz..." He said while deeply thinking things through.

"I need to see Ambroz and talk to him. I can't let him ignore me." He said.