Somewhere in the woodlands at the southern end of pathway, a lightly armoured warrior trudges through the trees. As the light begins to fade, he finds a low-branched tree to shelter under and sits down against it. After a few moments, he raises his arms and removes his helmet, revealing a human head.
Reith had been wandering the woods for several days now, and even stretching them as thinly as he's able, his meagre supplies had run out yesterday. By the time he'd emerged from the cave, Weyoun was little more than a flicker of movement in the distance, and the other one, Buzzy? Breezy? had simply vanished. He'd ditched his chain mail on the second day of wandering, and now the heaviest thing he carried was the large two-handed sword he couldn't put down. At least he'd managed to find water, though he had an annoying feeling that it had been the same stream three times. Woodcraft never had been his thing.
Circusite, Ref(!?) and general lunatic.