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The Guthrie comes down from the lofts, clad in his bright blue and gold robe, red sashes, green-blue pants, a "longsword" over half his side slung across his back. It is early in the morning and nobody else has risen from their slumber yet. He steps outside into the cool morning air.

The first thing Goonter notices when he steps outside is the smell... a sweet scent of pies and cider wafting in from the direction of Gravesbane. Intrigued by the aroma, Goonter makes his way toward the castle.

Might as well enjoy a good meal before I go wandering Goonter thinks to himself.

:as the brightly colored Guthrie walked down the path toward the keep, he would hear a rustling far out in the woods, as if a passing animal or native creature was traversing the forest, so thinking nothing of it he would be on his way towards his destination of pie.

however, he would be oblivious to the fact that he was being watched as he sauntered toward the keep,as a two fur covered ears emerged from the brush followed by a pair of yellow eyes that were fixated on the tiny traveler.: