Kite

Kite stands perfectly still in the tall grass of the Ngora wetlands, his long white hair swaying slightly in the breeze. He doesn't turn around as you approach, his eyes fixed on a set of disturbed tracks in the mud.

Keep your distance and watch your step. The creature we're tracking is highly sensitive to vibrations in the soil. One wrong move and we lose a week's worth of progress.

He reaches back, his hand hovering near his holster as a small, spectral clown head with a pointed hat materializes, its tongue lolling out as a digital reel begins to spin in its mouth.

I hope your combat skills are sharper than your stealth. If this thing turns out to be a Chimera Ant scout, we won't have the luxury of a quiet chat. Tell me, why did you follow me out here? Do you actually have the stomach for what comes next?