An unwilling partner.

[Gracen]

2nd Fall, 512 A.V. Gracen was glad the day was overcast, because Symenestra were far too easily dazzled by the sun. But out here, even with the sun obscured by clouds, he retained more of his golden nature in the hair and tanned skin. He had shone in Eyktol, but in the depths of Kalinor, he looked sickly as any Symenestra in their fungal light. He had new gear now he knew what he would be doing to put food in his belly and gold in his pockets: a longbow, a quiver full of arrows, and even a snare to lay down somewhere. This wasn't his first time in Kalea, but he had always subsisted on mercenary work. It just wouldn't be possible in Kalinor with its xenophobia; he would do better as a provider of food rather than a possible threat. There was no need to seem dangerous just because he was. But it didn't matter. Pride was not an issue. There were leads to follow, and people to kill, whether in Kalinor or elsewhere. Hopefully his new hunting partner would be the silent type rather than the sadistic racist type; Gracen didn't want to have to depend on someone who would as soon push him off a precipice as spit in his face. Preparatory Purchases : Animal Snare, Small -- 5 gm Quiver -- 20 gm Longbow -- 75 gm Longbow Arrows [20] -- 1 gm Will subtract 101 gm from ledger, but adding 100 gm for selling his Zavian, who would not be happy in a spider cave.