<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 12/12<br/>HD 1d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>Although Lynnara had started to be hurt by Kathra's words, when Kathra made it clear how she was joking and about the size of a dwarf, the smile came quickly back to her face.  "If you compare them all," she offered, "most humanoids would fit in the category of medium game.  When I was younger, a dozen of my tribemates had managed to bring back a giant boar that was so big you couldn't even fit it into a tent.  The only difference is whether the arrowheads are horizontal or vertical."  She paused at that, happy to explain if others wanted to hear, but also knowing it may not be as interesting.  Lynnara made her own arrows; that much was easy to recognize just by spending time with her while she rested her legs.<br/><br/>Tinalia's words made Lynnara nod as well, and she led on around the pit trap safely and continued forward, but explained as she went, "Sneaking up and ambushing is more or less the trick, but a lot of the things in the woods fight back.  You also have to recognize which ones are good for eating, which is why the common saying is never to eat any mushrooms, even though there's still a good amount you can eat."<br/><br/>When she knew what to talk about and had things to say, she could chime in, though it took her a little longer than most.  Not everyone was as content with silence as she was.  Often, talking just meant making noise and missing dinner as a result of scaring it off, but there was plenty of food around here, and they had supplies besides.  It was just a matter of working to open up more, which, she wasn't great at, but she tried.