Raistlin took his time walking along the side of the road. He was not a man if wealth, and so he did not have a horse. Saving what little money he had for supplies was better than having to pay for another animals care on top of his own needs. Though, as he stopped to take a short rest against a boulder, he thought that sometimes the shorter travel time might be worth it. He wasn't a hunter, and while he had no issues living on plants and dried meat it did get boring.
Raistlin closed his eyes, shifting to rest the staff he carried against his shoulder. He'd been walking all day, and at this rate he really should find somewhere to set up camp. Opening his eyes, he looked up, above the treetops. He was at the Foo of a mountain range, perhaps he might be able to find a small cave to hole himself up in for the night. It would be bad to be caught out in the open by himself. Granted, most would be mad to challenge a mage. Magic users were known to be unpredictable. Still, he was alone. It was better not to push his luck. There was a safety in numbers he currently lacked.
"I guess its decided, then." He spoke to himself, pushing off the large rock. Coming across a safe spot to sleep near the road was likely not going to be successful, so the first game trail he came across, he followed. It was only slightly easier than cutting thru the untraveled foliage. He hadn't been going more than twenty minutes, hunting for a halfway decent potential campsite, when the sound of a struggle reached his ears. He ignored it. Or, at least tried to.
He finally found something, a large crack in a rock formation revealed a rather open cave floor. By the cold campfire he found, it was not unusual for people to use it. That made it convenient. He slipped outside again, hoping to find enough sticks for a small fire. He could still hear something in the forest making a ruckus. Perhaps it was some animal in a trap? The thought made him pause. Now, he wasn't normally a thief. While he was certainly capable of taking things, he had the talent of being unnoticeable, but he was too proud to go so low as to steal from others. Curiously bade him to investigate, though. He though he could at least put the animal out of its misery as opposed to letting it bleed out while awaiting the hunter to come collect his catch. Trying to ignore the rather tempting thought of taking the animal to fill his own belly. It wasn't like anyone would know, and soup made of wild carrots and cabbage were only satisfying for so long.