The farwalker stood in front of the cabin which was his hollow. Finishing up on the last of his wards, the rope felt harsh in his hands but not as harsh as the bodies he was hanging up to scare away intruders. He was preparing for his first ranging within the local hedge, only really settling in two weeks ago to Sacramento. But he knew before he would leave he had to protect what was his, he was not willing to risk an ambitious hob taking his property. The bodies were mutilated and rotten, but not human. They were of the Hobbs that troubled him last from which he kept to instill fear on any possible passerby's.
"Best be off..." Noah said in a gruff voice, clapping his hand's together and shouldering the hunting rifle he purchased a week previous. A weapon he would dare not take outside of the hedge, he was dangerous but not stupid, life was different then what his instincts let on. Slipping on a messenger bag he began his journey, looking for no specific destination. The Autumn courtier wished to get a feel for the local environments, besides goblin fruit would be a plus. He remembered when he first traveled the hedge, the desperation, the adrenaline, the fear. He could feel the emotion pulse through his mantle, but such an emotion not crippled him, it hardened him.