Moonspear wilding like that coyote

Ah, so he was a native then. How delightful he thought, granted it was for his own whim than anyone else. Dirge hadn't had the foggiest idea where Neverwinter Forest was, but he had been there a time or two. In fact, it was the very place Hydra had encountered him, where the very journey he had embarked upon found a beginning. But that beginning had begun months ago; first when he had left the familiarity of Winterheart behind and again when he had met Charon in the glen.

"I fancy myself as a hunter," he answered. That had been his ticket in and he stuck to it. Dirge had been learning of the lower caches quickly, half of which battle had been determining what ones were safer than others. "But I like to explore as well. Not sure how that could be marketable, but it ties in with hunting. Wandering finds tracks, tracks lead to food." He ended on a humorous note, though it was a honest truth. He amended however: "But I am capable of doing what is asked of me. I don't make promises I cannot keep."