@dragonagechef || Discovered the Wanderer
Collecting herbs was often something the male did for he prided himself in his healing abilities and knowledge; such things were vital for brewing medicinal potions or elixirs but he had not got as far as brewing as of yet. With a handful of perfectly cut elf-root leaves did the male raise his gaze upward to note another, in the distance and thus he froze - hesitance forwarded for he knew not if they were of friend or foe and he had left his staff astride his bag near to a tree. So he dipped his head, cautious, attempting to not be seen for the time being. The last thing he wished for was a fight; he was currently unarmed save for the small knife and he was certainly not physically strong enough to take another down.