>>5362607The Hunter is a Steeltalon, and it is HE that seeks YOU out. His face and bare chest are heavily-scarred, and he wears well-maintained furs pale and leucistic in the manner sometimes seen in those beasts which have no seen the sun in generations.
“Cave-panther,” he answers your unspoke question, running his talons through the fur. “Slew it myself. It was hunting me, and I was hunting it.”
The results speak for yourself, even if you’ve never encountered (or heard) of a ‘cave-panther’ before. Better yet, this Hunter—an expert in scouring the underdark’s wild-places for rare beasts and in staying alive during such lengthy hunts—comes with a retinue all his own. His hangers-on are Steeltalons and Dragonblooded Ones, a half-dozen in number, all young, male, and spoiling to explore and to prove themselves the equal of this figure at their centre, who casually recalls adventures that are each impressive enough to win your approval.
“Is it true you killed a beast of legend, and won over some savage dark elves from the earth’s core?” the Hunter asks. “A monster a hundred feet long?”
You make a note to admonish YORU retinue for loose lips, but nod… Though you never did MEASURE the Devourer, great rust-monster which you slew to liberate the Drow and earn your moon-sword.
“Then I’m in,” he says eagerly. “I will travel to a land of such great beasts, and truly become a legend!”
He brings with him a quiet exquisite crossbow, and considerable size—almost a small siege weapon. His followers are likewise well-equipped, albeit not QUITE so impressively. Each of them in covered in knives, and carries a pack full of useful tools of their hunter-trade. It is a suitable addendum to those rations and rearmaments which the Cartographer is busying himself to acquire. You eagerly accept these additions.
