Spirit’s breath… It’s you. Weren’t sure I’d ever see you again after… well, you know. Some said you were dead. Part o’ me almost wished it—easier than wonderin’ where you went… or how to reckon with what you did.
Here to hunt, are ya? That makes two of us. Name’s Delwyn. See that there? No, your eyes don’t deceive ya. That… is the Spirit. Or at least, a form of it. Don’t worry—it means for us to follow. Approach, and the hunt begins.
Huntress
You know why I did it—to save our people.
Aye… and save ‘em you did. Just wish it hadn’t cost you—us—everythin’. But what’s done is done. Now’s your chance to make it right. The Spirit is near, or at least… a form of it. Approach, and the hunt begins.
Delwyn
Welcome to Mount Kriar - not the friendliest peak in the Ranges. Keep your footin’, keep your wits… and you might just leave with both in-tact. If not, well… these slopes are littered with folk who made the same mistake.
Delwyn
Look at you, back in the Ranges… never thought I’d see the day. I won’t tell you to watch your step - you know the perils of these peaks better than most. Doubt the Elders would be happy to know you’re back. But I won’t be the one to tell ‘em.