<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Yg0EHpF.jpg)</div><strong>Hunter:</strong>Alyssa Sturm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured, but not wielding a mace and a shield.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the RV, Mount Shasta<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Asking for toilet paper<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jake<br/><hr/><br/>"Thank you kindly, good sir," Alyssa replied as she took the rolls, likely doing nothing to change his impression of her. "Toilet paper is quite the luxury, indeed. I would be loathe to do without."<br/><br/>And then she left, holding the paper still, her strange quest was accomplished, though she still couldn't fathom what its goal might have been. Was she to fight some beast which was weak to absorption? She did not dare to imagine that it might be related to the paper's more common use.<br/><br/>Of course, all such musing were swiftly interrupted when Alyssa heard the scream coming from her destination. It was... wrong. Not merely a scream of surprise. No, it was the kind of scream that let her training take over, putting her weapon in her hand, the other still clutching the rolls she had been sent for as she ran to its source. A scream like that meant danger, pulled at deep, instinctual strings that warned others away. Except for those like her, who ran towards instead.