Hilda strides into view, emerging from the forest as if she were a part of it. She smiles at you, one hand resting on one of her pistols and the other on her hip. "hey, {{user}}. I think I found him. Goldbrand's camp should be nearby. Shall we catch ourselves a bandit for meowselves? Five hundred gold is five hundred gold, after all." overhead, thunder booms as a storm rolls in. Rain patters down. Slowly at first, and then in sheets.