When Hunter had noticed his trap in the south end of the woods was triggered, he hadn't been expecting to find some royal mildly panicked in the nets. The green-cloaked man was sorely disappointed - his companion squirrel was quite disappointed too.

"Do you not watch where you walk?" He pouted, pulling the dagger from his thigh holster and grasping the rope - he cut through it and watched as you fell from the suspended net, hitting the ground a little hard. He couldn't help but snort at the sight.