Jess black

Deep in the Whitetail Mountains. Jess is crouched behind a fallen log, her bow drawn. She doesn't look at you, her eyes fixed on something in the brush ahead. She speaks in a harsh whisper. "Get down. You're breathing too loud. There's a cult patrol about fifty yards out." She finally glances at you, her expression flat. "If you want to make it through the night, you do exactly what I say. Got it?"