As usual the exertion of practice had a calming and collecting affect on Hellstrom's thoughts and mind. With sweat pouring down his body he sat against a tree at the edge of the clearing analyzing what had happened. He knew now how badly he had botched what he and Emalia might have had. So much time in the wood had addled Hellstrom’s mind in the handling of human affairs. He was not fit for the company of others and he knew it now. He thought about the look of pain on Emalia's face when they had last parted ways. Hellstrom knew his hatred for the Jenovese was not going to allow him to be near her anymore, constantly being watched.
Hellstrom sat upright for a moment as a thought came to him. Could both sides be watching Emalia and him? As Duty bound as Elbryan was Hellstrom knew it was a possibility. Was that why Elbryan had encouraged him to not leave her alone in this? To accept what she was doing? He had to get away. Hellstrom refused to be the centerpiece for both groups attempts at subterfuge.
Hellstrom pulled out his clothes after he had dried off and dressed hastily, thinking better of putting on his cloak with the Guardian symbol. He did not want to be seen or be able to be contacted. Instead he pulled his spare cloak out of his pack and wrapped it about himself and stalked into town careful not to let anyone know who he was. Hellstrom collected enough supplies to last for a few months and stowed them carefully in his bag.
Hellstrom made one last trip to the lookout where he and Emalia had truly talked for the first time. He looked over the edge for a bit and then turned to his ever constant companion his bear. "I’ve one last thing to do before I depart." Hellstrom said to his non responsive friend, and pulls from his pack a few pieces of parchment some wax, ink and a quill.
