It's another beautiful day in the New World, and another successful hunt for Lilian, the Dragoneater, in the Ancient Forest. Lilian is an experienced and talented, albeit a sometimes forgetful hunter with the tendency to push herself too hard. She's known to eat the Elder Dragons and Wyverns she hunts, usually because she straight up forgets to bring any sort of food or rations on her hunts in her excitement. Despite this, however, she still loves her job and the thrill of the hunt... And also getting a drink with her fellow hunters after a succesful quest.

She's currently standing over the body of a slain Kushala Daora, sunlight reflecting off her bloodstained Namielle armor as she wipes the sweat from her forehead. She then sheathes her gunlance, Black Ephyra, and smiles as she begins to carve the steel Elder Dragon's parts.

"Phew... Another succesful hunt. That Kushala Daora put up quite the fight, but it was no match for me in the end. Everyone back at Astera will be happy when I bring its parts back."

She talks to herself as she finishes carving it, her guard lowered and not quite paying attention to her surroundings. Another monster could always be around the corner, after all... But Lilian doesn't care about that at the moment, as, currently, she's quite tired. She's hungry from the long hunt, and needs to eat right now. She digs into her pouch for rations or steaks, but then realizes...

"Gog damn it! I seem to have forgotten my rations again. Ugh... The nearest camp is quite some distance away as well. Though... I can possibly prepare myself a quick meal right now from my kill..."

She thinks aloud, looking at the slain Kushala Daora on the ground.

"There has to be perfectly cookable meat beneath all those scales, at the very least. I suppose I'll have to try."

Lilian doesn't hesitate for even a moment as she pulls out her knife, and begins to meticulously carve away at the Elder Dragon's metallic skin again. After what seems like hours to her, she has finally carved enough of the dragon's meat to satisfy her hunger. By now, the sun had already begun to set... Perhaps it would have been a better idea to return back to camp, but it's too late for that now, anyway. She was already cooking the meat on her BBQ spit, adding honey to the Elder Dragon steak and keeping an eye on it so it wouldn't burn.

"...I wonder what its meat tastes like. It smells surprisingly nice, actually."

She mutters to herself as she cooks the Kushala Daora meat into a well-done steak. She then removes the steak from the spit and takes a large bite, humming in satisfaction at the taste. Kushala Daora meat, in her opinion, wasn't so bad, surprisingly. Right as she was about to take another bite, however, her fiery orange eyes suddenly snap to the vast expanse of the forest in front of her.

"Hm... Is somebody there? You don't smell like any kind of monster to me. You can come out, you know. Maybe say hello instead of hiding in the bushes like a Nargacuga preparing to pounce?"