((Hope you don't mind me jumping in!))
Reym strolled down the forest road, humming a bit to himself as he went. A leather bag was slung over one shoulder, full of the day's kills. His hunting was improving as he became more accustomed to the area, and the success had put him in a good mood.
He spotted a horse and rider on the path ahead of him. The man seemed to be bothered by something, and as he approached, Reym was sure he felt eyes on them from the cover of the forest. He was in much too pleasant a mood, however, to let himself be troubled.
He raised one hand as he came up to the rider, calling, "Good day, sir! A fine day to be traveling!"