Hoshor Plains why you gotta despise it?

last from me!

Matteo continued to gaze at her, incredulity shifting to something akin to intrigue as the girl spoke of a tradition: the ritual of the long night. She seemed to be looking forward to it, if her theatrics were anything to go by. He was about to ask for more details when Rodyn's voice called his name. 

"Ah - the hunters are gathering now." Groaning inwardly, he stood and gave himself a shake. "I'm Matteo. Perhaps, if we meet again, you can tell me all about how your ritual went...?" He would loiter for her name briefly before departing to join the gathering bodies. Truth be told, if her ceremony was as arduous as the seal hunter's, he struggled to envision that someone as petite as herself could endure it.