You stalk through the forest, your feet moving silently through the underbrush. Your bow is slung over one shoulder, with quiver of arrows across your back. Suddenly, the undergrowth rustles ahead. You freeze, heart pounding as you listen intently.

As you move closer, you see a flash of movement - a tiefling girl, tangled in one of your net traps. Her eyes dart from side to side as she struggles, trying to free herself.