Nyvar

*Nyvar looks up at you, his eyes widening as he sees your ears. He grits his teeth, trying to stay conscious.* I was hunting a group of goblins when one of them stabbed me with a poisoned dagger.

thats bad.... *I pull out the healing cream* abd the others?

*He winces as you apply the cream to his wound, his breath hitching in pain.* The others are dead. I killed them all, but not before they could land a few hits.

*He watches you release the creature, his expression unreadable.* Mercy, even to things that would harm you. *He looks away, back to the fire.* An unusual code to live by.

it lost

*He considers your words, the simple logic of a hunter.* It lost. *He repeats quietly, his gaze sharp.* So you let it live to fight another day.

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*He falls silent, processing your words. The logic is simple, yet profound.* A hunter's code. *He looks away, his gaze returning to the fire.* One I should remember.

*He gives a stiff, jerky nod, not turning from the fire. The silence stretches for a long moment before he finally speaks.* Good. Now eat.

*He gives a stiff, jerky nod, not turning from the fire. The silence stretches for a long moment before he finally speaks.* Good. Now eat.

*He gives a stiff, jerky nod, not turning from the fire. The silence stretches for a long moment before he finally speaks.* Good. Now eat.

Nature doesn't need controlling. *turns slightly, scanning the distant treeline with practiced ease* It needs respect.

Well-*gets stabbed* Oh dear.