Zmerr eyed the woman, assessing the level of threat she posed. He lowered his weapon after a moment, but kept a sharp-nailed finger on the trigger.

"I'm the only one. Up until recently I thought I was the only thing with a mind on this island, but clearly that isn't the case." He shook his head. "Anyways. Seras, was it? Don't worry about your manners. No one cares about manners anymore. There's no room for them. Survival is top priority."

He walked to a tree and dropped his bag onto the ground, giving up hope on obtaining a meal for the night. He sat down next to the pack and opened it up, pulling out a delicate swath of cloth. He unwrapped it to reveal a few small strips of deer jerky.

"However, because you have shown them to me, I will return the favor. Sit and have some jerky." He held the meat out for the woman to take some. "My name's Zmerr and I am not proud of my Asuran heritage. There's nothing inspiring about stubbornness and the endless fight for fame and fortune."