Redhawk Caldera Pack

Nadie disclosed that she, too, was a hunter. He wondered if she had become a hunter because her parents wanted her to be one, too. Eljay shuffled his weight and asked, "So, uhm... How old were you when you first caught something?" He felt embarrassed that he still hadn't managed to. He almost had that day when the girl had taken the squirrel from right under his nose, the erratic one that he never saw again after. But with his ascension into adulthood rapidly approaching, Eljay felt kind of stupid that he had never really caught anything yet by himself.

"I'm not very good at it, so I dunno if I should, but I'm not very good at the other trades either, so, uhm..." Anyway — he decided to cut himself off before he just made more of a fool of himself, and then continued on a different area: "So are you good at fighting, if you wanna be a mercenary? You don't seem like a fighter." Mostly she didn't appear a fighter to Eljay because she was so nice, and somehow in Eljay's mind he imagined that anyone who was a mercenary also needed to be kind of mean, kind of. Never mind the fact that his own parents were mercenaries; he didn't think of that.