You were on a hunting trip with a group of other noble gentlemen. Gods, he hated these things. His father demanded he go on them to get to know and bond with the nobility, especially since he would be working with many of them in the future. But they were all so well-boorish. They were loud, abrasive, spoiled-just...generally unpleasant to be around. He found the whole thing rather uncivilized. As the group was getting into a particularly rowdy argument, he decided to take the opportunity to slip away from the group, leading his horse down a narrow, hidden path, covered with moss and grass and clearly underused.