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Hills

He certainly does! Mercutio's gaze falls on Thenadier, and a frown creases his face. Not another hunter. Was it too much to ask for just another creature to study?

Oh well. Might as well make the best of the situation. Mercutio doesn't activate his tattoos just yet - he approaches the other hunter unarmed for now. With Thenadier's focus on the far-off dragon fight, he probably won't see the devil.

However, Thenadier might notice it getting a little darker as a cluster of clouds cross over the sun. Despite the fact that they're quite dark and heavy looking, they seem to be the only clouds in the sky. There's about four of them. And aww, they all look like fluffy little sheep. =3

And they're getting bigger, too. Much bigger. It's hard to tell if they're growing or falling - clouds are freaking huge, man. As they get larger, a light hail begins to start falling on and around Thenadier.
Thenadier is in fact gazing at the dragon. He takes out a golden spyglass. He instinctively looks around though before pressing the spyglass to his eye. However, he does not see Mercutio. The grey haired, grey eyed, and ill-tempered hunter looks up to the skies and scowls. Rain. Might rain soon. Dark rain clouds. But...that's odd. Only four clouds. However, Thenadier pays no attention to it. Instead he scowls some more. He hated rain. Rain was useless to him, therefore unimportant. When he was imprisoned in the sand dunes of his own gem he had hoped and preyed for rain...but it never came. He didn't need the rain. Thenadier lived on little water and bread usually anyway. However it starts hailing. He does not mind the small chunks of ice, but Mercutio would hear the loud clanks coming off Thenadier's armor as the hail crashes into it. Thenadier must be wearing armor under that coat. Mercutio migt want to make himself known, for Thenadier turns and looks about. Strange weather. Could be a mage nearby. ...Hello? Make yerself known. Be a shame to shoot you by accident it would. Thenadier pockets the spyglass and takes out the wonderfully made rifle.