Neverwinter Forest of weeping willow trees

The bounty hunter was glad when he did not ask for the girl's name. He gave a quick description of her — pale fur, paler unders, slight physique — and, unwittingly, described a small, paler, blue-eyed version of himself.

The rest of the conversation was one-sided. Catamaran was not sure whether or not she would pull her own weight when she recovered. He got the feeling that she wouldn't be staying for long afterward. This was a drain on resources either way, but Catamaran was determined to make up the difference. He knew, however, that he would have to cut her loose if resources grew thin.

The two departed from one another soon enough. Catamaran had some hunting to do.