imbrium 9th, 1594, afternoon somewhere in the middle of town (who the hell knows?). makria, dasaen forest
Nuala was not a big fan of getting stares cast her way. Yeah, she was used to it back in Acerbus Umbra just thanks to all the hell she put that town through, but elsewhere was weird. She didn't do anything to them! Not yet, anyway. There was also the fact that she was now in beast country and she, quite obviously, was pretty far from being an ailour or what other bestial race.
Finding someone who looked like they didn't have whiskers was actually a challenge despite her initial thoughts. When she came across someone like that, though, she stopped them in their tracks and held up a picture of the hunter, demanding them to tell her everything they knew of him. Whereabouts, what he was up to, friends, everything. Unfortunately, most of them ended with the person pointing desperately in a different direction and insisting he lived there.
"Are all of you so dense that you don't know where one person lives?!" Nuala blew up at one person who had pointed in direction she had already traveled. The person ran away the next second. Gah, these people were nothing like Naktans or Acerbus Umbrans. They would have graciously snapped back or atleast gave her a dirty look. Why in the world did Narcissus choose here to live?
whoever said this was going to be easy... was dead wrong.