Ethel
*Idris felt the familiar feeling of the drawstring against his cheek, his eyes trained on the target ahead. The white and blue frame of the bow offered a firm grip, but not a tight one. There was a clear difference to him, though it was hard to put it into words. He stared past the steel-tipped arrow at the deer which danced at the river's edge. He watched as it drooped it's head down, taking a few licks from the water. It was then that he found his moment, his hand not moving from the side of his cheek as he released the arrow. 

Idris couldn't observe the arrow as it flew through the air, though his facial expression remained solemn as the arrow hit the innocent creature square in the side. The animal jerked and began to run, although it didn't make it very far. A few meters to the left and the animal collapsed.*
Frank
The deer had collapsed certainly, but it was not Idris's arrow that performed the killing blow. Lying in wait amongst the foliage on the riverbank was the large reptilian Monty stalking the same deer. When the arrow struck, the deer bolted to the side in front of him he took his opportunity to tackle the beast into the water. Grappled in the water is was only a moment before the struggle was over.
"Who shot that!?" Monty called out
Ethel
*Idris' solemn expression quickly changed to one of confusion, only able to see a shifting figure off in the distance. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into. He lowered his bow to his left side, crouching down next to the tree that he was standing next to. Idris soon saw the ripples in the water, not exactly sure what he was looking at.

He knew he had a few options here: run away, wait until the coast was clear and keep hunting, or respond to whatever had called out. He figured the best choice would be to wait it out, to see if the individual posed a threat to him.*
Frank
Monty stood in the water scanning the tree line for a sign of the archer. After a second it seemed to dawn on him that standing in the open vs an archer was not a good idea. He grabbed the dead deer and rushed to the shore for cover. He would peek out occasionally to scan with his infrared vision, unfortunately to far to spot Idris.
"Sneaky warmblood, show yourself if you want your hunt!" He roared
Ethel
*Whatever was yelling at him, he did not want to fight it. It sounded big, and more importantly, dangerous. He heard the stomping as it ran, sending a chill up his spine. Idris genuinely didn't know what to say, Monty knew he was there so he had little chance to get away. 

After a few moments of silence, Idris decided to throw a hail Mary, so to speak. He stepped out from behind the tree, his bow facing down in his left hand. His heart was beating fast, he spent every moment scanning the river and the shore. "I mean no harm," Idris called out.*
Frank
Monty stood up from behind his cover
"Course you don't, I'd have had an arrow in me if it weren't the case"
His eyes nervously darted around keeping his hand on his own weapon
"You all there is?"
Ethel
*Idris' eyes widened at the full sight of Monty, genuinely amazed. He'd never seen an Itchsu before, but he'd still heard stories. Not these kind of stories. 

"Yes, I am a lone traveler," Idris responded. His speech was matter of fact and to the point, perhaps making him seem a bit strange. He didn't interact with anything other than animals really, so he wasn't the best at socializing. He looked at the reptile nervously, his singular hope being that he was friendly. "And yourself?" He asked, imagining a group of massive reptilians ganging up on him.*
Frank
Monty eyed the dark elf. He was likewise a lone traveler but had been lied to before.
"I got a ox, but he ain't much for conversation"
Monty hauled the deer corpse out of cover and laid it out on some river stones. Drawing a knife some might have mistaken for a short sword he started carving into the beast.
"Now you gonna stand their wide eye'd, get a fire going. We caught plenty to go around."
Ethel
*Idris hesitated for a moment, still jarred by the size of the Monty, but ultimately decided he was starving. He had to eat, so he took the plunge. Idris gathered a few sticks and stones, working diligently to get a spark going. After he got it, he tossed the fuel into the fire beneath a nearby grove of trees. 

"My name is Idris," He blurted out while he worked. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to start some kind of conversation.*
Frank
By now Monty had butchered the deer and was busy cleaning the hide and other bits in the river. The venison cuts screwed on sticks around the fire to roast.
"Monty, no sir name, just Monty"
He let out a long whistle and soon an Ox would come trundling into the grove carrying a large backpack and some hefty warhammers
"Where you been horn? Coulda died and you'd have been none the wiser" He said while searching the bag. The creature only grunted in response.
Ethel
*Idris was sitting in front of the fire now, his bow on the grass next to him. He looked at the Ox, smiling at it's grunt.

"Your ox is hungry," Idris said, looking over to Monty. "It seems he's growing impatient." Idris put his hand on his bow, playing with the string.*
Frank
"You can speak pain in the tail?"
He removes the pack from the ox and scratches his head.
"Love you horn. Now go graze something."
Horn walks off, intent on finding some juicy river reeds. Monty sat down next to fire, basking in its warmth he looked blissful.
"So, you seemed starved for food and conversation, what's your story?"
Ethel
*"Curse of the elves," Idris remarked, referring to their ability to speak to animals. He stopped playing with the drawstring. 

"There isn't much to my story," He began. "I grew up in southern Silnaria, like most dark elves. I suppose I'm just travelling aimlessly now. Looking for jobs, nothing absurd really." He played with his thumbs as he spoke. "What about you?"*
Frank
"Me? Oh it's a tragic tale" He feints a dramatic pose "A story daring adventure and bone chilling terror"
He takes an egg out of his pack and holds it above the fire
"There I was, but a tiny egg, living a peaceful life with my siblings. Loved and cared by the village. Then suddenly!"
He tosses the egg up and snatches it out of the air with his mouth with a satisfying smack. He drops the act immediately after with a toothy grin.
"In truth I just got lost, and decided to keep going" He laughs at his own story.
Ethel
Idris looked at him, confused. He didn't know if he should laugh or feel bad, so he just nodded.

"You were separated from your family then, yes?" He asked. Idris understood that part of the story.
Frank
"Yeah, hunted something so far from camp I lost my way home. Story that short need some embellishing. Don't feel bad for me, i'd have left sooner or later. Now what about you? You look quite young to have such a good looking bow."
Ethel
*Idris looked up, smiling. He glanced quickly at the Moon above. "Yes, in truth this instrument was passed down to me," Idris explained. "My father, he built and enchanted the bow. He liked to say he imbued it with the power of the stars and the moon, but realistically it was amateur work at best." He lifted the bow, holding it in his lap. "He passed several years ago, left me it to practice with." Idris was saddened by it, but his expression didn't really change. It was a fact of life now, he felt desensitized to the matter. "Truth be told I haven't really figured the thing out yet, but my father could do some crazy stuff with this thing."*
Frank
"Doesn't sound that amateur when you put it like that. I'm sure he's proud you using it to keep yourself not dead."
He gestures to the roasting meat
"Use a hammer myself. He some hero type? Or is that what you're out here trying to do?"
Ethel
*"I'd hope so," He responded to his first comment. "He was just a carpenter in our village, not much of a hero. Nor am I." 

"Say, that hammer though, must be light as a feather for you," He remarked. "You big into weapons?"*
Frank
"I only use hammers, only thing with enough heft to them. Nothing I love more then a good fight and a hammers the only thing that'll get you in and out without getting busted"
He picks one of the smaller cuts from the fire and rips off a chunk
Ethel
*"I see," Idris responded. "I'm surprised you didn't fight me since you seem to enjoy it so much," Idris reached over to take a piece of meat, careful not to burn himself. Surprisingly, he was enjoying the company of Monty. He'd travelled alone for so long, it was nice to at least have civil conversation.*
Frank
"It's the fighting I like. Not the killing, not the broken honor, and defiantly not the bounties they'll put on your head. If I just up and ended you i'd never get to fight you again. So I keep it clean."
Ethel
*Idris nodded, actually understanding what he was saying. "I respect that," He said. "Good to know you're not a lawless brute like everyone else." He finished the piece of meat, instantly feeling better. "So what's your next move?" He asked.*
Frank
"Gonna wander over to the next city I find and look for the kinda trouble that gets you paid"
He tears off another piece
"Worlds a big place, figure I could do that till I die or get to tired to walk and just plant my tail there."
Ethel
*"Sounds like you got things all figured out," Idris said. "That's good, you know, having a plan." He rubbed his hands on the grass. "Wish I had one, you know, other than wandering about aimlessly."*
Frank
Monty looks confused for a second
"That's a plan nowadays? That's more barebones then asking Horn where he's gonna crap. But I tell you what, Horn needs the company, why not travel with us for a bit?"
Ethel
*Idris' head tilted to the side, considering it. It'd be nice to have company, but then again he'd never travelled with others before. 

"Okay, sure, why not," Idris decided, lying back on the grass. "It would be nice to aee the world from a different point of view."*
Frank
"Great." He turns back to horn "Hear that horn? You got a friend to talk to now!"
The Ox responses with an almost sarcastic snort
"He'll warm up to you"
Monty prepares his tent for the night, occasionally snagging another morsel of venison.
Ethel
*Idris chuckled, closing his eyes as he felt the cold grass against his neck. He enjoyed sleeping outside, staring through the gaps in the trees at the sky above. Still though, he did have to fight through the cold but he didn't care too much.*