⚔️ Don't worry about it lol I was figuring not would be a good launching point for an interaction

A man in regalia the drow did not recognize. Deep in his cups and swinging about a rusted fire poker as he told a vibrant story of rambunctious valor and colorful characters to an old tomcat and a dead field mouse in its jaw.

He loved the light, but the shadows felt good on his skin in ways he had trouble describing.

But the Hunter understood.

The pull of his Goddess knew now was a time to find game. To begin showing up his stores for the coming winter.

And darkness would be the Hunters's friend.

"Made new homes, new friends, new family. But... Lately there have been voices. They say they are the Goddess Mielikki, her Avatars. They have... Begged me back to the road. So I left my friends in the dead of night and follow the whims of these spirits..."