Hunting was one of the things Vex’ahlia was best at. It’s the one thing she’s known since she was young, after leaving Syngorn with her brother. Even after Vox Machina had been formed, her and Trinket had been the designated hunters of the group. Which led to the position she was in now.

Vex was walking through the woods, her bow held comfortable in one hand, her quiver strapped across her back like usual. Her footsteps were fairly silent, except for the occasional crunch of a dry leaf or snap of a twig. She was looking for something for the group to eat: deer, rabbit, or any other small animal they could find. Where Trinket usually was trailing behind her, instead, there was you, who had offered to join.