Da Doofus
Veteran Geek
"Well if he's a social outcast, who'd believe him?" Rufus inquired further. "He's wearing the robes so no one recognizes him, obviously."
Rufus thought for a moment before turning to a nearby human.
"You speak my language?" He asked.
The older man was wearing a pelt of some strange animal, so he was clearly a hunter.
"Yes I do, a bit." He grumbled, his long beard unkept and scraggly.
"Been hearing about this Feral around here. Know anything?"
"Taroz-Gharm?"
"That his name?"
"Oh no, that's what the locals call him. 'Tattered Feral' it means."
"We're new around here, my friend and I. What can you tell us?"
"Never seen him, but I heard him one time. Nasty thing, fighting a Pavem in the forest." The old man gulped noisily on a mug of mead. "You want to know something, know this; damn thing's a wild beast. Kill ya as soon as look at ya.
Good news though, he lives further South. Bout the same way that big craskt fell few months back."
"Craskt?" Rufus asked.
"Ship. One a them Old World ones. I tell ya, bad omen that." The grizzled hunter shook his head and stumbled away.
Rufus thought for a moment before turning to a nearby human.
"You speak my language?" He asked.
The older man was wearing a pelt of some strange animal, so he was clearly a hunter.
"Yes I do, a bit." He grumbled, his long beard unkept and scraggly.
"Been hearing about this Feral around here. Know anything?"
"Taroz-Gharm?"
"That his name?"
"Oh no, that's what the locals call him. 'Tattered Feral' it means."
"We're new around here, my friend and I. What can you tell us?"
"Never seen him, but I heard him one time. Nasty thing, fighting a Pavem in the forest." The old man gulped noisily on a mug of mead. "You want to know something, know this; damn thing's a wild beast. Kill ya as soon as look at ya.
Good news though, he lives further South. Bout the same way that big craskt fell few months back."
"Craskt?" Rufus asked.
"Ship. One a them Old World ones. I tell ya, bad omen that." The grizzled hunter shook his head and stumbled away.