Starting Date and Time: 6th day of Ceruleo, 300 DM
Starting Location: Just outside Zael's hut outside of Green Fall
CS URLs: Zael Glast
Lyfaya wound her way through the large trees of the southern Chartric Forest, knowing exactly where it was she was going. She'd been asking around Green Fall for the last few days about herbalists and herbal suppliers. The rabbitfolk woman was known for her shrewdness in business, always researching prices and the like beforehand. The woman was whistling a lively tune, seemingly carefree. But any observant hunter worth his salt could see the way her hand swayed with the swinging dagger from her belt, that she was ready for any attack, especially with how her eyes took in everything.
The woman was recalling the details she'd learned of the man. He was fairly nondescript for his human appearance, boring, forgettable. She envied that. It would be much easier to be like that, rather than distinct looking as she. But everyone had their burdens. But she also learned that he was much more than a boring human. He was a were-creature. More specifically, he was a were-crocodile, which could be quite helpful in a fight, or problematic if things went south. She'd have to keep her guard up for sure. But she was mostly interested in that he was an herb gatherer, as well as being somewhat detached from the main village.
She stopped, her finely tuned ears listening, sniffing at the air. She was close, she could smell the remnants of a campfire. Normally she'd try and be a bit stealthy, watch and wait and learn about him first. But she suspected that someone who was this far away from the safety of the village, wanted to be left alone. Which meant trust issues. Which led her to shouting toward the hut that just now came into view, "Hello? Is anyone here? I'm looking for a man named Zael."
She was on guard, her hand never far from her knife, ears ready and eyes open making sure she was never under attack. "I come seeking your business."
Starting Location: Just outside Zael's hut outside of Green Fall
CS URLs: Zael Glast
Lyfaya wound her way through the large trees of the southern Chartric Forest, knowing exactly where it was she was going. She'd been asking around Green Fall for the last few days about herbalists and herbal suppliers. The rabbitfolk woman was known for her shrewdness in business, always researching prices and the like beforehand. The woman was whistling a lively tune, seemingly carefree. But any observant hunter worth his salt could see the way her hand swayed with the swinging dagger from her belt, that she was ready for any attack, especially with how her eyes took in everything.
The woman was recalling the details she'd learned of the man. He was fairly nondescript for his human appearance, boring, forgettable. She envied that. It would be much easier to be like that, rather than distinct looking as she. But everyone had their burdens. But she also learned that he was much more than a boring human. He was a were-creature. More specifically, he was a were-crocodile, which could be quite helpful in a fight, or problematic if things went south. She'd have to keep her guard up for sure. But she was mostly interested in that he was an herb gatherer, as well as being somewhat detached from the main village.
She stopped, her finely tuned ears listening, sniffing at the air. She was close, she could smell the remnants of a campfire. Normally she'd try and be a bit stealthy, watch and wait and learn about him first. But she suspected that someone who was this far away from the safety of the village, wanted to be left alone. Which meant trust issues. Which led her to shouting toward the hut that just now came into view, "Hello? Is anyone here? I'm looking for a man named Zael."
She was on guard, her hand never far from her knife, ears ready and eyes open making sure she was never under attack. "I come seeking your business."