Geoffrey was in the middle of his hike to Shalent, taking in the sounds of the forest night while casually spinning his tree branch staff. It was about time to set up camp, but he wanted to travel a little further just in case there's an inn nearby.
He heard tales of bounty hunters about the place and contemplated what to do in case of attack. He wasn't too worried, though. He never got on anyone's bad side as far as he knew, aside from when he ran into a Protz operation when he was younger. The Protz seemed the type to take care of business themselves rather than hire a thug, and they would have gotten rid of him years ago if they really cared. There could definitely be thieves, though, so it was better safe than sorry. Perhaps he should fashion a spear out of the tree branch...