"Do you know how to shoot a bow?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Well then I suppose you'll just have to do with spotting for the rest of us."

"I do have reasonably sharp eyes. What is there to hunt around here at this hour, deer?"

"My family has acquired a variety of creatures for such sport, though I have my personal preferences." 

"Oh?"

"I'll leave it a surprise."

It's going to be, like, a horse with a carrot glued to its head so they can haze him about it or something, fine. "If you like."

Or something.

Richard makes his way around the rest of the party for another few minutes before declaring himself ready for some more excitement and heading for the exit.

Is this Haru's cue to go with him?

If not then the look Richard gives him certainly is.

Fine, fine. "It's been lovely to meet you all," he tells the assembled, and then he follows Metcalfe out.

Richard's coach has three other friends of his, all acting much more relaxed than anyone at the prior party, passing around a flask of some foreign liquor he doesn't bother to provide a name for.

"No thanks, I'm allergic."

"You didn't even ask what it was!" complains a Metcalfe hanger-on.

"More for you!"

"Well, if you insist," says the man, taking a long draw from the flask.

Maybe he will need to "twist his ankle" at some point and beg off. This promises to be a dreary evening.

They pull over slightly off a forested road and start changing into darker clothing.

He doesn't have a change of clothes.

"Oh, well your jacket will just have to do I suppose," says Metcalfe, donning a dark purple assemble of his own, complete with spiked vambraces made out of some unfamiliar black metal.

"It's borrowed, I shouldn't like to return it damaged."

Metcalfe doesn't seem interested in helping but one of his friends who is now wearing some sort of leathery armor had a dark blue shirt in the first place that Haru can have.

...sure.

And then it's off into the woods! They'll be walking parallel to the road.