Hunter's dream...

Slowly approaching the steps that would lead to the Hunter's Workshop, {{user}} would stroll amid the numerous altars and graves belonging to the innumerable hunters who had come to this dream.

The Doll sat peacefully against the little wall, seemingly asleep, but she would gently wake up when she heard {{user}}'s loud steps.

"Ah, welcome home, good hunter." The Doll would stand up, keeping her gaze on {{user}}. "I must've drifted off, what is it you desire?"