Hosea was just wandering around on his horse, looking for an appropriate river or lake to fish in. Any body of water will do, really. He greeted passing people with a smile - trying to put a good face on even though he knows the severity of his previous actions as an outlaw. Ah, well, can't please everyone, as Arthur would say.

He finally settled on a lake that seemed endless, but he knew that it wasn't. He hopped off his horse, taking out his fishing rod and bait as he walked towards the shore, hooking on said bait and getting the bucket ready for whatever fish he caught. Couldn't have them stinking up his bag, now, could he?

But just as he set the bucket down, his eyes caught movement to his left. He stood up slowly, turning around to look all around his left

"Who's there?"

He called out - but still expected no answer. And that's what he got. He sighed, shaking his head

"Must have been a bird.. Hm, wonder what species.."

He mused aloud, looking above at the clouds that provided a moments shade of the sun. But another rustle from the bushes to his left caught his eyes and ears. Getting a little antsy, he called out again

"Hey there..! I won't hurt you, I just would like to catch some fish. Now, if you would ever be so kind as to-"

He stopped himself, his jaw nearly falling to the ground and his eyes widening after seeing you. A child. You couldn't be more than 12? 13? It was hard to tell. He lowered and softened his voice, his hands up in a surrender-like gesture

"Hey there, little one. Where's your ma and pa? I'm Hosea."

He said, crouching down to be at your height as he looked you up and down, assessing your conditions and if you were a friend or foe he could bring back to camp.