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He glanced back as Irman didn’t immediately join them, which was understandable. They were barely work associates, after all, Arturo didn’t really know the rabbit-man. While they had talked a bit about minotaurs and the region, neither had exactly shared much personal information with the other...

Arturo tossed Naeris a nod once he noticed him on the wall. He didn't know the new elf all that well yet, but Rhyss had vouched for him. Which was a little surprising. Rhyss was easy to get along with but had a heated side to him that could be hard to swallow. While the hunter hadn't yet asked...

This late in the evening, the streets of the seasonal workers village were quiet. The cramped houses they passed had cozy hearth lights peeking out of the shutters and were topped by streams of smoke. A lone flickering torch lamp lit the large main intersection where two impressive structures...

“Shit,” he exclaimed softly, eyes widening. Arturo has suspected it possible, but not to be true, after all. He had a brief moment of despair for the loss of the chiseled drow, with his beautiful lattice work of scars and muscle, for the cut of his chin that Arturo had tried very unsuccessfully...

Arturo had enjoyed the crush of freezing winters and snows before, but Frostpeak Keep in the Eretejva Tundra was very different. While the layers of his gear kept him warm in cold weather, he was in need of a bit more here, especially in the wind. He knew some basics, had spent enough time...

Arturo nodded in understanding as Irman mentioned caravan travel. When he had less people, he had started that way. Fallen in with some general adventurer. Then made a few friends who wanted to travel and ran into some Noct Yaegir who needed a hand. With his experience handling large beasts and...

The hunter raised a curious eyebrow at the young man's fanciful name. It didn't sound like the name of a simple farmer. Then again, his own given name was rather simple for his own upbringing, and he had grown into it in a way his family wasn't keen on. “Jeep an eye on the elf for me, Sonny,”...

Her name didn't ring any bells. Which tracked with his initial thought that maybe she was a friend of a friend. But...she acted like she knew him. Her answers weren't just vague; they were outright unhelpful. She mentioned not having given her name before, but not why or what this 'occasion'...

The guard's once wasn't at all familiar. Even she and Ellis sounded like they were from different regions and Ellis had clearly been around a higher level of society. But there was something to her speak patterns and the way certain words got caught in her throat. How she framed “chat” like it...

Arturo grumbled to himself about personal space and rights but didn't actively fight the hand on his sleeve or being led to the side of the road except for with the customary slow weight to his steps. She wasn't arresting him, just removing him from the street, which seemed reasonable enough...

The hunter shrugged. He wasn't so skilled a fighter to be travelling solo either. But then again, a larger party meant larger game. And less things for one person to carry. In general, he didn't particularly care about money. But he wasn't just a hunter to help people. It was a way to make a...

Arturo threaded his way through the thinning crowd, not at all concerned which side of the road he should be on. Though try as he might to make meaningful eye contact and bother someone else about their day, most seemed keen to avoid him. The cut and cleanliness of his clothes gave him away more...

The rest of the hunter's party seemed more or less amused by the beast-man's reaction. They were used to hunters these days, and how singular their focus could be, either on a fight or a monster in general. So much so that even personal injury seemed to come second. Rhyss gave the rabbit a once...

Arturo Diaz de la Frontera had a strong preference to avoid his familial responsibilities. While some of it stemmed from an innate desire to be his own man and dislike of his family forcing him to follow in their footsteps, he had since decided his rebellious desires were for good reason. He...

Arturo leaned against his spear, taking the silent focus from the beast-man as a sign there wasn't anything else around. Minotaurs weren't notably pack animals, so while he didn't drop his guard, he didn't intervene. He watched the rabbit-man carefully, from his quick dodges to the way he...