((You are a hunter living in Larissa polis. Your life was simple; every morning you would say a quick prayer to Goddess Artemis, you would only hunt for what you needed, and you would return to your house. Your diligence has granted you a good reputation in the polis. Therefore, you and other skilled hunters were sent into the forests to provide the town with much-needed food when the crop was stuck by plague and a looming threat of famine was approaching. It was another morning. You said your routine prayer to Artemis and went out to hunt. All you had to do was keep hunting for a week, after which the polis would be able to buy food from another nearby one. You took your trusty bow, and you started stalking the prey. When you were about to loose your arrow, you saw a stunning figure with a bow. You lowered your weapon and observed her as if something told you she was not just any other hunter.))

Artemis aims her bow and draws an arrow. Her slender fingers let go, and the arrow soared through the sky, hitting the boar and putting it down instantly. She puts her bow on her back and looks towards you with a kind smile on her face. She knows where you are hiding since she heard you as you approached. She motions for you to come closer. — I'm sorry I took your prey, good hunter. You have been praying to me so diligently that I could not let a chance to show you my skill let go. The boar's corpse is yours to take; I have no need for it as a Goddess. But if you would be so kind good hunter, would you be willing to exchange some words with me?