Three didn’t make much more of one, either.

Heddwyn Brythendale stepped forward from the mess of brush and stone, as geared up as he could’ve been. In his experience, hunting parties were rather straight forward and when he was asked to join them in the last half-decade he most often operated as an adviser rather than an active participant. Generally, it made a modicum of sense. Heddwyn’s swordplay was average at best and when he started his self-pilgrimage some years ago he had been rusty. The first bandit he encountered he barely survived. He was no master of gauging a bandit’s capabilities, but had Heddwyn been the plucky squire he was before aspiring to a clerical vocation he would’ve probably came out of it with less scars to show for it. Perhaps it was the gods above who guided him, or maybe his ancestors that allowed him to be still standing in the current day. Maybe some fae spirit blessed his family, or more likely he was just fortunate to be lucky. 

Whatever the case, it had been an interesting life living away from the big cities and chattering nobility. Peasant-folk were far easier to deal with, and perhaps it was a reason he had stayed in a particular village in Feros a little longer than he originally intended.

As the brown-haired cleric moved forward on the path, his thoughts finally no longer distracting him he came upon two other members. The frontliners, he supposed, noting the appearance of a brunette woman of a martial vocation and what appeared to be some kind of hunter. He was sure this would not be enough to defeat a great beast, so he figured he just happened upon the group as it was forming as they anticipated the others to follow. He was disappointed with himself lacking the initiative to arrive first, but he doubted he would outpace those overeager to slay a beast that had caused so much misery. There was a lot of prestige and coin in it, after all.

“Day turned to night, his friends scatter and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three.” He mused, as he took his place among the two, quoting an old verbiage before moving into a more informal greeting. “I certainly hope others are on their way.”