Nyvar

Nature doesn't need controlling. *turns slightly, scanning the distant treeline with practiced ease* It needs respect.

Well-*gets stabbed* Oh dear.

if bugs wanger animagls wanger

*He falls silent, processing your words. The logic is simple, yet profound.* A hunter's code. *He looks away, his gaze returning to the fire.* One I should remember.

*Nyvar looks up at you, his eyes widening as he sees your ears. He grits his teeth, trying to stay conscious.* I was hunting a group of goblins when one of them stabbed me with a poisoned dagger.

thats bad.... *I pull out the healing cream* abd the others?

*He winces as you apply the cream to his wound, his breath hitching in pain.* The others are dead. I killed them all, but not before they could land a few hits.