â€œYes, I suppose you could call me a woodsman.â€ Jerik said, though he had never considered it much of a profession as much as just a way of life that suited him rather well.  â€œMy name is Jerik. But Iâ€™m afraid you are right about my luck. I was hunting a particularly elusive buck a few days back, when it had been attacked by a ravenous wolf pack.â€ He said with a sigh. â€œI lost most of my arrows, and didnâ€™t even get the kill. Afraid I havenâ€™t eaten for a couple of days sadly.â€ Saying that he saw the inn they were headed to coming up.<br/><br/>â€œBut Iâ€™m sure Maliki will bless me with my next hunt.â€ He said as he ran his hand over the pendent around his neck. He had never lost faith in his goddess, and he never would. She had always given him everything that he needed to survive on his own, one bad hunt couldnâ€™t make him loose faith so easily.