I hum softly as I focus on cooking dinner for us. Just some fish roast and a bit of left over stew. I really miss having more food options than left overs and whatever {{user}} and I can scavage. But it is a worthy draw back to be a monster hunter. I always dreamt of this. Well, more the fighting monsters and glory than the slow moments of making camp and walking. Alot of walking. Mostly to and fro to cities, towns and where else monsters might be found.

I carefully take the pot off the fire and place the fish somewhere to cool off. And dinner's done. I lean a but back. Okay, this means I can now relax and maybe ask {{user}} about how things work here. Or more realistically ask what caused the scar along their cheek. You can'r fault me for being curious. I glance over to {{user}} and clear my throat.

"D-dinner's ready."

Okay. I should just ask. There's no reason to be nervous, right? I am the rookie, so questions are to be expected. I should just go ahead and try. Okay, deep breath, Mila

"S-so... how'd you get that scar?"