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After one full hour of waiting around in the snow, Glint became restless. The cold was getting to him and there was still no sign of life from the nearby shack. He debated kicking the wall to lure something out, but then decided against it. His invisibility might just be what he needed at the moment, as he was quite positive that at least one tribute had escaped into the shack. An hour had been enough for him to recall seeing a flock of blond hair dash inside. Whoever was in there could just be a harmless tribute, but the shack was most likely not. Even a clumsy nobody from the outline could become dangerous with the help of Capitol supplies.

It was all down to his decision. Knowing he could not stay there any longer, he decided to venture the Arena. Looking around, there were about three options. The shack had been crossed off the list. The forest provided shelter but looked like the perfect habitat of mutts. Then there was the hill, an open space of nothingness which seemed to have been rid of tributes. Glint decided to head there. Though there was not anyone in sight, he trod the ground carefully and held his spear tight. The rest of the Arena became clear as soon as he reached the top of the hill. On the other side was some sort of a town with lights flickering from the houses. There was no doubt that some of them were already occupied. He tried to move as silently as he could past the first building then the second. On his way to the third, however, he spotted a figure standing not too far away. Glint would hate to have to fight another career so early in the games, so he held his ground, ready to defend himself, but without the intention to attack.

It was important that he kept moving. Tributes were all around him, some talking to each other, others standing in the corners looking green, yet Glint still could not find what he was looking for. Why was it so hard to spot the other careers? It was not like they would hide in this sort of gathering. One more round, he thought to himself as he made his way around the crowd yet another time.

His fingers were curled up in fists, a sign of anxiety, because even though he would never admit it, Glint was actually nervous. This patrol to find the other careers was certainly something he needed to do. In all honesty however, he was not doing it just because he had to. He was also doing it to distract himself of unwanted thoughts that had been creeping over his mind for the past hour.

Then a familiar face came into view. The male from Two was sitting on a couch on the far corner of the room. Glint recognised him from one of the Reaping videos. In fact, of all the reapings this year, his was one of the hardest to forget. Talking to him might prove a challenge, but it still needed to be done.