[NPC Post]

Reinhold woke with a jolt, struggling wildly as words washed past like fine brush before his brain registered it five seconds later. Then he stopped struggling, though he did glared at Matilda with enough intensity to set dried wood on fire. Thin line between bravery, stupidity, and plain old running out of fucks to give, but it's probably easy to tell which one's taking hold.

[b][color=#38b000]"...I fell asleep again, huh?"[/color][/b] He clicked his tongue. [b][color=#38b000]"Damn it. Put me down."[/color][/b]

The two other hunters were cowering even more in the corner when a freaking bear out of all thing came strolling through the door, though the terror quickly was replaced with wondrous bafflement as the bear speak with some thick hick accent. Enough to temporarily form some coherent answer.

[i]"Uh, Gerhard would be the farm owner. e's old as heck, more wrinkle than man."[/i] One chirped. [i]"This one's Ingmar. I'm Bertolf. The one the dame holdin' up there is Reinhold."[/i]