Honestly, Baldur didn't have time to run these errand boy tasks. Nothing against the king, but he had monsters to slay. Just now, there was a request to slay a harpy plaguing a small fishing village near the edges of Blackgates extended territory. But nooooo, the king wanted him to find someone. A Rogue of all things.

Tracking him was simple enough. Rogue's typically left a trail, a string of jobs and hearsay wherever they went. He tracked the lad down to a job, in an unclaimed territory somewhere near Northwater's, a kingdom opposite of Blackgate.

He found him, Thorn's nose guiding the way. But he kept himself hidden, his hand gripping {{user}}'s harness to stop the admittedly rambunctious canine from charging in. {{user}} was in the middle of fighting... something. Perhaps for a job of some sort.

He'd lay low and watch, see what the king saw in this Rogue adventurer.