As I hunt, I can't help but question why I'm hunting. Sure, I was ordered to do so, and im... content, yes, content enough to do it. But... Why?

  I stalk the forest and look for the biggest predator to shoot. I had gotten hints in my earlier jaunts through the forest about scattered, solitary animals that would fit the bill. I hadn't ever killed one, but I knew roughly where one or two could be found.

  Killing the thing would be simple. The easiest part by far. The spyder behind me would also simplify transportation, but still. It would be the hardest part, as dead creatures attracted things.

  I sigh. But, orders were orders, and I suppose this counted as my first mission! Yay! That cheers me up a bit, though the lord still unnerves me. I still don't want to be anywhere near him.

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  I look around, and spot what I'm looking for. A pile of fecal matter. Excellent, I'm on the right track.

  I could of course make this easier on myself, but where was the fun? Plus, this wasn't much slower, so why not track manually?

  A few hours later, I'm at the den. I send a scarab in to flush the creature out without harming it. A roar sounds, and I rase my gun. It rushes out, quite obviously pissed off. I fire, and it stumbles. It slides a few feet before stopping, dead.

  Mission accomplished.

  I xall the spyder over, and we lift the beast on to the spyders back. I lightly secure it, and we head back. I keep my gun ready to guard against scavengers.

  I only needed to shoot one bird, fortunately. The rest of the time was just spent I watchful silence as we headed back.

  When we arived, the spyder went to deliver our haul, and I decided to head back out. I wanted to relax in a tree for a while. Also, I wanted to avoid the lord. Both weren't mutually exclusive.