FOX
They snatch up their bow and Fox is already dropping to one knee at the shoreline, his bag slipping from his shoulder so he might unbuckle and rifle through it. Dressed in a sleeveless shirt and pants that have seen better days, he's nonetheless deft as he searches for what will turn out to be bait, the Ancient withdrawing a wrapped paper parcel. Glancing up at the stranger in time to see them with their weapon, he instinctively raises his free hand.
"I don't mean any harm," he assures them. "I hunt monsters - it's my job. The noise you heard, it's the sound that Echo Sharks make. They're like... a small species of shark, they swim in packs. They make those noises to try and lure you into the water." Unwrapping the parcel and revealing a few chunks of bloody red meat, Fox grabs a couple and throws them towards the deeper parts of the Oasis.
Immediately, a flurry of movement and teeth heralds the movement of the sharks, and he winces. "See?"
"I don't mean any harm," he assures them. "I hunt monsters - it's my job. The noise you heard, it's the sound that Echo Sharks make. They're like... a small species of shark, they swim in packs. They make those noises to try and lure you into the water." Unwrapping the parcel and revealing a few chunks of bloody red meat, Fox grabs a couple and throws them towards the deeper parts of the Oasis.
Immediately, a flurry of movement and teeth heralds the movement of the sharks, and he winces. "See?"
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