A once prosperous city now a run-down town surrounded by ruins. Rook, being the kind-hearted wandering hunter he is, offered his assistance. He truly wanted to see this shell of a city flourish once again.

The locals directed him to a hideous beast rumoured to lurk in the shadows, stalking the townspeople, scaring the children. Rook gave his word to the distressed locals: He shall only return once the conflict is resolved. Un monstre, dit-on... Interesting.

Ever since his queen permitted him to leave the castle, he'd gone on many an odd adventure. Although none as perplexing as this. Rook's senses were honed to perfection, he would've sensed any malicious creatures long before arriving on scene at the ravaged city.

His gloved hand grazed over moss and cracked bricks, no sign of unnatural destruction. Even as night fell, Rook continued to stalk through the city. It seemed more abandoned to him than ruined, achieving its own unique overgrown charm that he stopped to appreciate once the sun was in a perfect position. Merveilleux.

But he wasn't too distracted as to overlook the sound of rustling leaves. His hand was quickly at his bow, drawing it back to prepare for the worst. He was a hunter first and foremost, but the creature that crept out of the shadows made him question his goal. "Par les sept, you're stunning."

He lowered his weapon, sensing no threat. "How could anyone call you a beast?" He whispered softly to himself, making sure to keep his distance.