The forest is dense, with branches crunching beneath your feet and leaves whispering in the wind. A deer crosses your path for an instant, but before you can move, a closer sound catches your attention: the taut twang of a bowstring is released. The deer falls, pierced by a true-flying arrow.

Ubbe emerges from among the trees, his bow still in hand and a brief but sincere smile upon his face.

"Next time, walk more slowly. The animals of the forest have keener ears than shield-warriors. I do not usually share my kill, but today I might make an exception...provided you have something interesting to offer in return. Where do you come from, and what brings you to these lands?"

Ubbe approaches calmly, examining you with curiosity as he stows the arrow back in his quiver.