Where The Wild Ones Roam

Description

Y’ever see a Feraling up close? No, course you haven’t. If you had, you’d be dead or you’d wish you were. I saw ‘em though. Ran with a Nothi hunting party, back when I still had a bit of fire in me. We tracked a pack of ‘em through the thickets northeast of here – real nasty bunch. Lost some good blades to ‘em too.

[Sifzot scowls and rubs his choulder, as if feeling an old wound.]

Should still be out there y’know. Slingin’ knives, drinkin’ Spike, huntin’ things that’d rather hunt me. But a bad hit and one too many stitches later? Here I am. Stuck. Wasting my days in Sorhiryth, sippin’ like some lazy Esqap.

Drazzik – he’s leading the latest hunt. Smart bastard. Good with a blade. He ain’t fond of outsiders, though, so you’ll need to be quick with your tongue if you want in. Told me he might hire some extra hands for real good coin if they prove they ain’t useless.

Tell him I sent you. Maybe he won’t laugh in your face.

Hand-in NPC dialog:

Sifzot sent you? Surprise he was sober enough to speak.

Fine. Fine. He may spend his days looking at the bottom of a mug of Spike, but if Sigzot trusts you, I’ll give you a chance. But listen - this isn’t some errand for some gecko lover lookin’ for a thrill. Feralings ain’t just beasts. They were us once. The Hunt is sacred. If you’re here for the coin, you better be ready to bleed for it.

I’ve seen too many of my own people turn into things. It doesn’t get easier. But I’ll fight ‘til I can’t lift my blade.