[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Lumbridge[/center]
[center]Lvl 2 (2/20) -> Lvl 2 (3/20)[/center]
[center]Word Count: 465 words[/center]
[center][@DracoLunaris] [@Gentlemanvaultboy] [@ProPro] [@Lugubrious] [@Stern Algorithm][/center]

Geralt watched Menat's fortune telling with interest. Sure, plenty of folks around here had their own grand, epic destinies to pursue, but it was always interesting to get even a glimpse of what that actually entailed. For him, it meant fighting and killing Eredin, King of the Wild Hunt, among other things. For others, it meant fighting other nigh-insurmountable foes, or building a country, or taking on an army, or some similar great task which clearly required a legendary hero, blessed by some god or cosmic force or what have you. 

What a load of hogwash. Menat was very clear that even she didn't [i]quite[/i] believe in destiny as some might tell you. Her fortunes were a guide to where your path would take you, not a definite marker of where you'd go or how your story would end. He was a perfect example: just as his epic tale ended, here he was, in some strange world, surrounded by strange people and this even stranger cycle of rebirth and replenishment that the world experienced.

He was actually somewhat relieved when Menat left, not that he had anything against her. He just wanted to get this job done, especially considering how the last one went. Thankfully, Mina was quick to tell them just what she needed, and her list was more useful than most offered him in the way of direction or assistance. Not needing to memorize half a dozen things to collect or hunt made his job a lot easier, frankly.

But Baurun? Ugh, of course it was. There was a reason he avoided the beasts since he'd arrived here. Annoying things, too much effort for the reward. Sure, they had some nice meat, but the damage they could do with that horn was immense. A single mistake would leave even him badly wounded. Taking the beast head-on was a pretty bad idea, which left the old-fashioned ways: either hit it with a good bolt and hope it was enough to kill or daze it long enough to land another shot...

Or swarm it with his newfound 'pack'. Hmm, given the size of 'King Koopa', that was a legitimate possibility. "Alright, Mina, you can count on us." Turning to the others, Geralt gave a nod. "I'll show you to the forest Mina here just mentioned. It's not overly far, but it's a bit of a trek, so if you have anything left worth doing, now's the time. If not, we can get there fairly easily."

And once they'd managed their preparations, their journey Eastward began. It wasn't long to the forest, and Geralt made sure his crossbow was cocked and ready as they reached the edge of the forest. '29 bolts. Oughtta be more than enough for some overgrown beasts, especially given the company.'