Vendrick stands on the side of his steed and watches the hunt ...it is enjoyable to see nature and humanoids interact...he listens to Tarrin and Matilda haphazardly not really concerned with thier exact words...Letting his hawk fly high above...he is more concerned with the powerful magic that will be encountered further down the road... he rumbles over his own power in his blood waiting to advance in power and knowlegde...but for now he resumes attention on the hunters in case they need him.