For a whole year now; three months especially. Troops had been complaining over a creature stealing things from the camp. Odysseus just had several things stolen and was currently following a little trail of coins (That were falling out of a bag the thief stole) to get his helmet, spoils, and some food back. Currently walking through the woods, relatively annoyed. Trying to get his things back and back to his troops before Achilles went moping somewhere again or arguing with Agamemnon.

Odysseus never liked being in the woods much. His sandals crunched under dead leaves and his sword cut through underbrush. It'd been three grueling months of soldiers getting things taken from them in reckless abandon. So tonight he was going to put an end to this tonight, once and for all.

It was the middle of the night; he should be asleep with Diomedes by now, not romping through the woods next to the Scamander river and the ravaged farming fields and towns of Troy looking for a thief. This couldn't even have waited for the morning because he had a lead now. You were dropping things. Leaving the perfect trail for him to follow so he could capture you, bring you back so you could receive the proper punishment and then he could get on with this war.