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[color=f26522]Location[/color]: Hunting Area
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]:Shehzadi Mayet [@13org], Shahzade Munir [@Infinite Cosmos]
[color=f26522]Mentions in order[/color]: [/center]
 


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[color=f26522]“Thank you for letting me join you, I agree most of the others here look inexperienced in anything aside from shooting fish in a cask.”[/color]

Roman listened to Mayet with interest, she was quite knowledgeable in her understanding of the ecosystems in her kingdom. Many things that were listed he had seen and many he had not. They all seemed to be fantastic creatures in their own right. He was sure that they would have some unique uses for both weapons and armor as well as ideas on how to improve his own designs for individuals that requested a more natural look.

Nodding in agreement when she began talking about hunting bandits. An unfortunate thing to happen but one that must be dealt with for the stability of the region, if ignored for too long small bandits can become large warlords if given the time and power.

The sound of a horse found his ear first as he was thinking about what to reply with when he heard a familiar voice. Talking about the scorpion then the way that we were to track prey and again about the possible lack of prey in this area. He wasn’t wrong about the last part this place had been hunted rather well through the last few decades being so close to a main city.

[color=f26522]“Those beasts sound magnificent, they remind me of the mighty creatures that prowl my home land, snow cats, ice bears, brown bears, great moose, Packs of winter wolves, and caribou that migrate for miles in herds of thousands across the bleak tundra’s. The scorpion reminds me of the stone crabs, slow cumbersome behemoths sometimes twice the size of a horse sometimes more, snap a full grown pine tree in half with one of its giant claws. They scour the beaches and the ocean depths of the North Sea. We made a specific Warhammer with an edge on one end to break the shell of the creature.”[/color]

Roman smiled remembering found memories of the beasts.

[color=f26522]“But here, the forest has been hunted many times, most of the big game driven out and predators killed. Might still get lucky and find a remnant or an escaped specimen from the zoo. The most dangerous thing you may find out here is these other blokes.[/color]” Mentioning to the other groups around them, [color=f26522]“easily excited with no discipline, no care for what is behind the target. Keep your wits about you.”[/color]

[color=f26522]“Shahzade Munir, Good to see your doing well. Don’t tell me you don’t know how to read the forest and how it moves and breathes. The game will be small but fast and agile with a slight possibility of something larger. Try not to get shot and I’m sure we will be fine.” [/color]

A small slight but he meant it more as a tease than an insult. Roman was sure that they would be able to at least get something and hopefully it would prove to be useful back at the smithy.