002 :: Location - the Forest :: I said, "Is it good, friend?"
Following the stress and strain of the storm and his unwelcome, unholy visitor, Doul threw himself into unthinking maintenance work: cleaning up fallen trees, chopping firewood, and hatching books to fill his shelves and eventually trade with Ethan. Even so, the repetitive and ideally comforting nature of these tasks wasn't enough to thoroughly banish his agitation.
In his past profession, frustration and annoyance could be dealt with by taking the lead on a new round of ship gathering. What better way to stopper unwanted emotion than to let the world fall to the wayside while the probabilities of battle overwhelm yourself?
Without the convenience of the Shaddler's holy gladiator pits, Doul decided to hatch an atlatl and darts and head into the forest in search of less intelligent prey. He knows full well the danger of hunting solo and admittedly, part of the thrill of it is that he's going alone into an unknown, uncharted forest that could be full of all manner of horrors.
In his past profession, frustration and annoyance could be dealt with by taking the lead on a new round of ship gathering. What better way to stopper unwanted emotion than to let the world fall to the wayside while the probabilities of battle overwhelm yourself?
Without the convenience of the Shaddler's holy gladiator pits, Doul decided to hatch an atlatl and darts and head into the forest in search of less intelligent prey. He knows full well the danger of hunting solo and admittedly, part of the thrill of it is that he's going alone into an unknown, uncharted forest that could be full of all manner of horrors.