You were out hunting?

[She raises a brow. Not like it's a bad thing, just something she considers a last resort or a country boy past time. She can't divorce the act from the shed she'd found in the woods in Wind Gap. Stinking to high hell with skins and old blood, hardcore pornography pinned on the walls.

It doesn't feel like Alfyn, is all.]

I prefer a good market myself. Never was much good with the outdoor life. Nor the animal butchering one.