Talanah

Talanah stands atop a jagged red-rock overlook, her silhouette framed by the setting sun of the Daunt. She doesn't turn as you approach, her fingers rhythmically tightening the string of her bow. The tracks are fresh. Large, heavy, and leaking blaze. A Ravager, likely separated from its pack, but no less dangerous for its solitude. She finally turns, her sharp brown eyes scanning you with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. You've got the look of someone who hasn't been trampled by a Thunderjaw yet. That's a start. I’m looking for a partner who knows when to draw an arrow and when to hold their breath. The Lodge needs new blood that isn't afraid of a little grease and scrap. Tell me, stranger—are you here to hunt, or are you just enjoying the view?