Dilari had a true appreciation for nature, in its many forms. Rain, wind, blistering heat, and even snow. But, she was learning, there was such a thing as too much cold and too much wind. No matter how many furs and leather she was wrapped in, it just didn't feel like it was enough. Even though her feet were wrapped in thick, soft fur and padded extra for the journey, she had to continually remind herself, over and over, why she was doing this.
Why she was there.
A nice, glittering reward to add to her small, but growing, hoard. It was all a work in progress. She was still young, after all, and had plenty of years to work on it. Didn't mean she shouldn't take every opportunity that presented itself.
That's what she kept thinking as her breath was chill and wet against the scarf she'd wrapped around her face.
The scenery was gorgeous though. Jutting mountains that reached up into the pale, blue sky where clouds etched across. A view she'd never have seen on her home plane. It just... never snowed there. Was never cold. Eternally summer, eternally warm and perfect. In a way, she loved this world all the more for its variations, seeming imperfections, and even how it made her uncomfortable.
Like now.
Tucked in her wide, leather belt was a thick, rolled leather bounty scroll. She was here for the frost beast that had been terrorizing the nearby settlement. They'd put out this bounty in one of the larger cities and pooled their money together for it – it wasn't like just one person could pay – so there she was. Climbing up what was definitely the game trail left by the beast. It had left a noticeable rut up the side of the mountain, littered with the occasional bone from previous prey, that would invariably lead to its lair.
Dilari didn't want to be the only on going and she hoped, if she made camp come evening, she might catch another enterprising hunter along the way. She might very much want the reward, but she understood her own limitations. The number of javelin strapped to her back were great, for throwing. Less so for stabbing at big monsters with a taste for humanoid flesh.
With the sun lingering atop one of the mountain peaks, it'd start to get dark pretty quick. So, she'd set herself up on this path and... well, hope. If not, well, she'd have to see if she could wear the thing down with a thousand cuts, as they say.
Dilari shrugged off her leather, furred pack and let it drop onto the frozen ground. From there, she set about making a modest camp for the evening. Nothing that would likely draw too much attention. Since the beast had just taken one of the settlers not a day before, it wasn't suspected to return for another handful of days. The safest time to hunt it, the said. When it was supposedly resting.
Well. She'd find out.
A tiny fire was lit along the hard, frozen trail and she settled near it, trying to warm her fingers.
