Hunt Mawmurk

While tending to the beast she had slain, she catches wind of your approach and swiftly turns to face you.

"Best not come any closer."

Her sharp gaze settles upon you, one hand already poised near the bowstring, ready to loose an arrow at a moment's notice.

You slowly raise both hands and take a careful step back.

"We seek no quarrel."

"...Guild expedition folk are hardly worth trusting. Weak, every last one of them."

With a mocking sneer, she gestures toward the carcass of a massive beast lying at her feet.

"Wouldn't surprise me if the Mawmurk ends up feeding on you soon enough."

Several expedition members stiffen at the open provocation and begin to step forward.

But with a raised hand, you bid them stand down.

The pile of game beside her still reeks of fresh blood.

"They have sharp noses. They tear into the weak and frightened first."

She lets out a short scoff.

"So take my advice. Build skill, not bravado."