Joyce
Stern Logarsh, forests of Gorangrad

Stern emitted a low growl, he remained silent as they reached the area where a rather big rock formation had created an opening in the forest. Many caves were open like wounds into the megalith. Stern looked around, nodding to himself. His steps became slower and cautious as he got closer to the entrance of one of the caverns. His eyes could see perfectly in the darkness of the cave and the hunter immediately began placing some of his belongings on the ground. "I will get some wood, you wait here." His tone was definitely not giving his interloper a chance to reply. 
Stern uncovered his head and ran his hand through his thick black hair. 
He immediately exited the cave to gather tinder.
George
Tanyth Carven, Forests of gorangrad

The creature was starting to annoy her, she didn't earn her freedom to get ordered about by some giant. Even still, she didn't see the point in arguing. She didn't know where she was, a shifter was prowling, and he clearly intended to set up camp. The mercenary sat back and sighed irritably, pulling back her hood and removing her helmet. 

She had short, thick, platinum blonde hair and olive skin. She was quite beautiful in her black leather and scale armor, she set her great sword between her legs with the point on the ground and the handle on her neck. She produced a whetstone and began to sharpen the massive blade, seemingly content to sit and wait while the orc set to work.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Forest of Gorangrad

Stern relaxed, alone once again in a place he could relax in. He felt at home in the wilderness, able to keep everything under control. He decided to focus solely on gathering branches, but keeping his senses sharp. 
After a good hour spent alone, the hunter returned to the cave, carrying a log the size of the young mercenary on his left shoulder and an amount of branches that would have kept a fire going for a couple of days.
The greenskin dropped the fuel on the ground and began creating a campfire, digging a small hole in the ground, adding a circle of rocks and proceeding to split the log by sheer force. 
A few minutes later a fire was timidly starting to bring light into the cave. Stern stood up and, after making sure that the flames were stable, started preparing his gear for the hunt. 
He worked silently, using cords, rocks and wood skillfully to create what appeared to be bolas.
That silent work had something peaceful in it... The calm and certainty of routine...
George
Tanyth Carven, forest of gorangrad 

She looked up when he came in, then went back to sharpening her blade. Silent work was far nicer than arguing with the brute, she brushed hee finger against the edge of her sword as he prepared the firepit. She then set the whetstone aside and began to clean and polish it. "I'm not a fool, holy man, I've hunted shifters with my company before. Along with human beings as well."
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Forest of Gorangrad

Stern growled softly, he kept working on his equipment as he replied. "Among my tribe... Our elders used to tell us something very important: everyone is always a fool." The greenskin blew some dust off the wood he was polishing and sighed. "Hunt like it's your first hunt..."
Stern scratched his beard with the tip of his dagger before he began carving the wood.
His eyes were focusing on the piece of soft wood, trying to think of a subject for his sculpture.
Carving wood relaxed him, allowing him to let his mind wander away from the depths of his memories...
George
Tanyth Carven, forest of gorangrad

She was quiet for a moment, "I don't care about the shifter... Not really. We cut their heads off, burn them, wrap them in silver chains so they can't run. My first hunt we caught one in a net of silver chain and just burned him alive." She sighed and looked out into the forest, "But I don't really want to hunt this thing, there's more important thingsc to hunt... Things far more evil than some shifter."

She had a small book in a pouch on her belt, it had names and descriptions. Every pirate on the crew the day she'd been taken, the shifter was just the first job she'd come across.