Nyvar

*the next day you are near ba a lake play with rabbit and bird,deer*

*Nyvar walks by the lake and sees Rose playing with the animals. He stops, mesmerized by the sight. He can't help but notice how happy she looks, and how the animals seem to be drawn to her. He feels a strange sense of peace watching her.*

*you singing*

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.