[code]As the group faltered, Ruvulla listened along as the group debated what tale they’d tell to the villagers. Rather than looking at anyone speaking, she leered exclusively at the still-recovering Ragon. It concerned her how few others seemed to notice the beast amongst them. The Dhasath, particularly the Earthlings, seemed all too eager to stand idly and quibble over details. To be expected. What they failed to appreciate was the imminent threat—and thus opportunity—laid before them. There was no need to pose as bounty hunters going after criminals. They had a real, tangible monster that needed to be attended to. If the villagers didn’t understand the gravity of the situation, it was at their own peril.

“The question is not if we’ll be hunted. It’s whom among us will be,” she remarked, gesturing with her whole arm at the Ragon, “That Ragon will either hunt us, hunt the villagers, or get us hunted by them if we fail to keep it under control. We can offer to help keep them safe from it and probably get some spare clothes and weapons in exchange. We can let it do as it will with them and scavenge the wreckage. But I’d recommend you all not ignore it long enough for it to decide for us.”[/code]