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“Careful.” The quiet voice behind you causes the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. You turn and see a small, serious person, whispercrack darter cradled in her arms. “You walk too loudly. Not all beings who dwell in the Valley are as merciful as I.”

The hunter watches you for several long moments, then nods. “I am Kasende. I’m headed to the swamp. Someone has to keep the hydraworms in check. It may as well be me.”

Clear Kasende with  to ask more about the hydraworms and how you might be of assistance.