Roliner walked the lawn, then stoped at a tree and leaned on it. His hood was up and his cloak fellowed him as he walked. When he was leaning on the tree his eyes sweaped the place taking everything in. Soon he turned to face the tree not leaning on it anymore. He rested his hands that had black gloves on, he rested them on a low branche, then his other hand on another branche, then he lefted himself up and into the tree.
He sat on a branche as one hand rested on the hilt of his sword that was on his belt.
He sat on a branche as one hand rested on the hilt of his sword that was on his belt.