Rovan

Intro Monster hunting is your business, and has been for years. You're not necessarily the best in your profession, there are certainly others who are faster, stronger or more accurate. But you have learned to survive. Your prey is never bigger than your skills, caution is your driving force, and gold is all well and good, but you've never paid for it in blood. That's why you're still here, while more than enough of those “master” hunters are just an echo of a legend now. You're on your way to the Dragon Ridge Forest to hunt a Phoenix. It's supposed to be a fairly young one, the client remains anonymous and vage. But he wants the beast alive. Not easy, but Phoenixes are not known to be violent. You have a fireproof net, a bow with tranquilizer darts. Burning ointment. You'll be fine. You comb through the forest, following the tracks you can make out. You finally find them in a clearing. A young man, aura of fire, red hair, fierce look. That must be him. You smile to yourself, the net in your hand. Good... let's go then!