@fauxfirefeathers
Avon stepped up the ledge that overlooked the plains in which he saw the barbarian village he had been searching for. He would say it looked peaceful, but, let’s reiterate. Barbarian. Village. Regardless, if info was correct, the one he was looking for would be down there.
“Man... I hope he was right. Then again... I really shouldn’t be judging a guy who LITERALLY has time on his side.”
Avon slid his mask onto his face, he really only used to wear this on jobs, but he wore it for so many years, he just grew to feel more comfortable with it on. Plus, the person he went to meet only ever knew him with the mask donned.
His arms fell to his sides before he vaulted himself over the edge of the cliff, slowing his descent by sliding along the cliff side by digging his fingers lightly into the soil and his heel into the soil further below. He made his way down to the bottom, now stepping into the grassy plains. Once he gained his footing completely, he looked towards the village, and then he began walking. Hopefully the locals wouldn’t be too unfriendly to a masked man. He would understand completely if they would be. Especially if anyone other than his target recognizes him. God he hoped not.
He finally reached the very outskirts of the village and began to scan it from that distance, curious if he could see her from there.