Early in the morning Blisdon can be seen emerging from the Healer's Den; Setting himself down upon the steps of the entrance within the Den and taking his time relacing a pair of sturdy and aggressive boots that had clearly grown dusty and unpolished from years of neglect and disuse. Laziy leaning upon the outer walls of the den beside the Uordeq Shaman resides a large Dwarven-styled military rucksack with the faded emblem of two golden hammers standing straight and parallel to each other and the image of two golden gloves extending from each hammer and meeting in the heart of the sigil in the common gesture of a handshake set upon the back flap. On the top of the sack resides a bedroll tightly wound and strapped securely in place, along with a dangling pan and several large canteens of unknown liquid fixed unto the sack far enough apart to keep them from loudly clanging together during marches and rapid movement.
The Sack can be clearly seen to be loaded down with as many healing salves and bandages as could be fit without bursting the dwarven stitching apart at the seams.
Soon after Blisdon finishes seeing to his boots and tightly binding his feet within them, the Shaman stands and with a deep grunt begins to heft the rucksack onto his back, struggling slightly with the weight before distributing the weight upon his shoulders as evenly as possible. With a quick and forceful knotting of several key straps across his waist, the uordeq seems to be able to bear the burden with significantly less struggle than before and begins to make his way through the still mostly empty streets of Jastrey as the town slowly begins it's morning rituals of waking up.
"HEADING OUT TO THE SHADELANDS, ALL ARE WELCOME TO JOIN ME!" Blisdon Crows, possibly starting even several of the roosters awake in his booming voice " EMERGENCY RELIEF EFFORTS, NO MAN, WOMAN OR CHILD WILL BE DENIED THE HEALING ARTS- REGARDLESS OF RACE OR AFFILIATION!"
Without slowing his pace he continues his steady march onwards, reppeating himself occasionally as he passes by each of the major buildings within Jastrey, heading in the direction of the road leading towards the Farmland surrounding the small town, surely bound for a place far, far away.
Blisdon returned the salute with one of his own, ending it in a comical wiggle of his fingers before grinning widely at the fellow Huntsman beside him.
"Good to have you on the trip,Fin. I don't expect it to be easy. " Says Blisdon, patting his friend on the shoulder
"Might be bandits. Might be bloodshed on the way too."
Finian laughs and claps a hand on Blisdons shoulder.
"Bandits and more I expect; war is never to be taken lightly, but we must do our part to alleviate the burden of the suffering in the time we are given, so let us make haste." Finian said adopting a serious tone.
Cail, having heard Blisdon's voice from afar, steps out of his cabin onto his porch to listen to what was being said. Having heard all of what he needed, Cail quickly ran back inside to grab a few items and stuff them in a small belt pouch and then he grabed his brand new robe and tossed it over his shoulders and closed the front. It shimmered as he smoothed it with his hand.
Cail stepped back outside just in time to see the Shaman and another man walking in front of his cabin near the farm.
"Nice day for a walk, isn't it," said he said to the pair in front of him as he stepped down from his porch to walk beside them. "Would you have room for Wizard on your Journey?"
Finian addresses the Wizard with an outstreched and welcoming hand.
"All are welcome so much as you are willing to aid all those in need, the fallen and the victorious, no matter their race, creed, gender and that you will keep those you aid from harm and injustice." Finian then takes notice of his fellow huntsmen and salutes him as such.
"Not comming along brother Solas?"
Solas puffs on his pipe a moment, as if pondering the proposition.
"No," He says, shaking his head. "No I ought not to. I have no business in the Shadelands. I would much rather keep an eye on the locals. Make sure nothing happens while you're gone." He clears his throat. "However, I will go wherever The Hunt requires me to go. I am but a pawn on the Oarsman's board." He looks at the human huntsman. "Do you think you'll need me?"
Blisdon shook his head at the Empyrean slowly and deliberately underneath the weight of his sack full of medical supplies "Nah, Solas, I don't expect we'd need ya- and having eyes on all the scurrying bastards in town isn't such a bad thing....For what good yours will do." Said the shaman, his white teeth shining from behind his friendly smirk.
He didn't linger long before adressing cail, Holding his hand out to shake. "Welcome friend, I'll be doing what I can to take us through the deeps of the forest to shave off several days from our expedition. If you've got the will then we'll help forge the way."
And with that Blisdon motioned with his arm for those with him to follow and began the first real steps on a long trek to the shadelands.
Finian follows Blisdon shortly after the shouting began carrying a light sack saluting him in the traditional Wild Hunt fashion as he approaches.