"A-alright," he said. He dashed off and quickly disappeared around a hedge. I did it. I found one. I'll find whoever did this. Or, okay, he will, but... they'll be found. He soon returned, carrying a several bags, one in each hand, and a traveling pack on his back. "This is everything. How are you planning to get there?" Now that he could focus on actual, physical activity, his nervousness had, if not vanished, been greatly reduced.
Hunting For A Hunter
