What at first sight appeared to be a single large group of hunters was actually three different hunting parties, though the sniper who fired at Uriel was evidently commanding them all. Shooting at such a distance was already a huge feat, but doing so on horseback made it almost unbelievable. However, the most intriguing part was that the man who performed the feat was an old man, probably on his sixties, with a long mustache that crept down his cheeks almost to his chin and a goatee. His white hairs were well maintained despite the hardships of the wilderness which could mean that he either took very good care of it or had only just started his trip.
The man in charge of one of the hunting parties unmounted his horse and walked casually towards Uriel while extending his hand, which Uriel promptly attempted to shake as a greeting.
"I'm asking to see your tickets, you moron." The man scoffed after retracting his hands.
