Kiara made her way out of the tent, looking around as the mildly cool breeze flowed upon her face. Her eyes closing a tad bit as the wind touched her bare eyes, opening them as best as she could and looking away from the wind flow she took the time to look around. Scanning the scenery to look for animals to kill for food. But, besides that was looking for more wood for the fire that night. She'd have to eat the food she already had. She had no clue how to cook that well, other than basic things like venison, it was simple to make that. So she needed a deer, not hard to come by.
She would do the best she could, she was a warrior after all, not the best type for she liked to do stealth like attacks more than anything. But in an head on fight she would do quite well. She didn't want to risk this however, despite her over achieved confidence to do things of the sort.
With a quick gaze, her vision spotted a deer. It was a buck, a very healthy looking one. Just her luck, something random to set her eyes upon. She was very hungry, with a quick grab she took her long bow within her left hand. She nocked an iron tip arrow within the string, pulling back the arrow she aimed at the bucks head, it was still there eating grass. Kiara concentrated her breathing as much as possible, past hardships of breathing training and physical labor helped this out immensely. Keeping the arrow there for a minimal time, remembering some of the training she got from bow usage during her time in Cimmeria, she released the arrow. The arrow whooshed out of the bow at an amazing speed, the air whistling as the arrow slammed into the bucks neck, just above the shoulder blades, not her intended shot. The large deer bucked and writhed under the pain of the shaft, before it could run off, Kiara managed to get another arrow nocked and shot off in a quick manner.
The second arrow slammed into the middle of the bucks neck, killing it nearly instantly. A lucky shot, and it was a good thing she was closer to it now. She spent the next set of minutes pulling out the arrows, cleaning them off and putting them back in her quiver. Having a total of sixteen arrows inside it, she flipped the fold over the arrows to prevent them from falling out or getting wet when it rained and such. Strapping her bow to her back she made a semi long fit of pulling the bucks carcass towards the camp site.
Within an hour or so, just barely night. She had the deer slice up and meet upon the fire, being cooked. It was quite easy to cook after all, though not much seasoning since she didn't know about that stuff. After a memorized time she carefully picked out the meat and put it on a wooden plate, this was made earlier on. During her travels a few days ago, she began to pick up the pieces and ate them slowly. Enjoying the nourishment the food provided, the warm juiciness of food. After a good thirty minutes of relaxed eating and humming by the fire she stored the rest of the meat, which was recently cooked, for a later date. When she wanted she could eat it cold, she was forced to leave the carcass right there. For the animals of the wild to feast upon what was left.
And so she slipped inside her tent, put her bow and small bag containing the meat by the tents entrance flap and slept. During her sleep she encountered something strange, everything shifted. The very fabric of reality turning grey, then finally pure black. Once that happened her dream self looked around at what appeared to be a burning forest, right in the middle of the field stood a raven, the raven was a tad larger than a normal one. It was atop a tree branch, its feathers lightly flowing as the mild, eerie wind blown against them.
Kiara approached the raven as the ravens pure red eyes looked upon the young woman, then it spook after a long silence. "Hello, Kiara. I have been watching over you for a long time. The reason I am talking to you now is because your destinity is starting up, you need to head to a tavern in Port Jinn, this tavern is called The One-eyed Troll, make your way there and you shall see what needs to be done. Good luck to your journey young barbarian,"And with that the raven vanished, not giving Kiara any time to respond. The fabric of reality bending and molding, returning Kiara to an restful sleep.