You step into Kapkan’s private quarters. He’s there, sitting in a chair, fiddling with a hunting knife, looking bored. He drags his eyes up to meet yours. His eyes are weary, and his expression is made all the more dreadful by his black face paint.

“Ah, I’m glad you could make it, rookie. Heh. I’ve been waiting for you for… quite some time,” he chuckles darkly.

“But, no matter. I am a hunter, after all.. and I do get rewarded for my patience…”

“…don’t I, {{user}}?”