Glen
**Outskirts of The Wilds**
*Within the thickets of the Salvainian wilds, many a rabid beast lurked. In recent days, a pack of Korvac Dogs had been attacking travelers and merchants through the paths around their den - acting far more aggressive than normal, the guild supposing they were mutants. 

Posting a moderate reward and assigning a regional soldier to accompany them, the task was clear: Exterminate or otherwise pacify these beasts, and return with the proof.*
Michelle
*Juna walked through the wilds, a bow held in one hand with an arrow in another. Down by her side was her Jackal, Jace, who seemed to be listening alertly for any signs of potential dangers. Occasionally he would lower his head to sniff along the ground in search of a new scent.

Juna kept herself alert. Even in company of others working to help remove these beasts, Juna felt the need to keep herself well-prepared in case one is spotted from nowhere; a task similar to this replaying vividly in her mind.*
Joyce
*Jester hops from branch to branch, careful to not make any loud noises. He scans the area. He's never really encountered any type of dangerous beast before but he thought this would be a great opportunity to see one, train, and get paid for it! He smiles to himself. 'This was gonna be so fun!' He thought. The smile drained from his face and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he spotted movement. He focused his eyes on them till he realized it was a familiar face, two actually. His smile returns, happy to see possibly the only friend he has out here. He resists the urge to jump down and scare her, knowing he would probably get an arrow to the skull and mauled by Jace. He kept going, but now jumping on branches that would be just at the top of her field of vision, hoping she would be alerted to his presence instead of immediately attacking*
Michelle
*Juna's ears flitted to the side, hearing the sounds of movement just above her. Instinctively she knocked an arrow into her bow to ready herself before gazing up towards the target to see that it was only Jester.*

"Jester...?" *She asked, coming to a stop while watching the branches and leaves shake with each movement. Though it hadn't been long since they had last seen each other before parting ways temporarily. Juna still found it odd to see him again so soon.* "What are you doing here?"
Joyce
*Jester swung down and landed on the ground in front of her* "Oh nothin, swingin around, livin live, hunting down hostile mutant dogs. You know, the usual" *He smiled at her* "What are *You* Doing here?" *He nodded at Jace* "S'up"

*Jester sees how ready she is and pulls his dagger out of his boot. He mentally smacks himself for not looking somewhat professional in front of her*
Michelle
"I'm here for the same thing actually..." *She said, removing the arrow away from the string of her bow.* "Well... The hunting mutant dogs part anyways..."

*Jace sniffed around Jester as if trying to pick up a specific scent only to sneeze and walk off upon not finding what he was looking for.*
Joyce
*Jester smiles* "That's great, if i'm being completely honest, i have no idea what i'm doing. I cant throw myself into a pack of dogs without some support from afar" *He smiles* "You ready to take em on?"
Michelle
*She gave a small nod.* "Yeah... I think so..." *Juna answered quietly.* "Hopefully it's not as bad as a bunch of owlbears..." *Jace had trailed back to where they were, gazing up at them as if waiting on them to continue moving.*

"Let's just try to find them before they find us." *She said finally, look off towards the direction they were already heading in.*
John
*From behind the two, along an overgrown path known only to the locals of the region, a slim, gruff gentleman approached, clothed in light mail and plate, the cloth denoting his status as a soldier of the regional armies. Clipping his woody beard was a simple dome helm, his needly eyes watching the two with a mix of relief and fatigue. He rested a militia polearm - a poleaxe, namely - on his shoulder, reaching a foot higher than him. 

He was a tall man, about 6'2, his stride long even on the uneven ground. His gait changed as he drew near, giving a terse flick of his fingers in a short wave as he greeted the two in a low, growling voice.*
"I'm assumin' yer the pair o' mercenaries tha guild said'd be takin' this contract?"
Joyce
*Jester smiles and nods* "That would be us" *Jester's tail flicked* "I would assume your the regional soldier?" *Jester looks up at him and thinks. He would never classify himself as a mercenary, a very dangerous explorer maybe but he thought the title made him seem more dangerous than he actually was*
Michelle
*Juna's ears perked up as the man approached, asking if they were the mercenaries that were hired. She nodded in agreement to Jester's response all the while her Jackal had gone on ahead to sniff at the soldier to make sure he wasn't a threat.*

"We were told that there was hostile pack of dogs that needed to be taken care of. We're here to help-"