He assesses me, taking in my small pack, my boots, my jacket, my small trusty knife. “The hunters that were chasing you are part of a larger group that seems to be heading to Bristlebrook. Our northern cameras went down, that wasn’t a lie, but we think they were taken out. We’re heading up to intercept them. We haven’t spotted any other hunters in proximity—the rest seem to be camped elsewhere, and we have them under surveillance—but it’s possible there are others we haven’t seen. Your little knife won’t do much against them.”
