Gourd Tidings! [Seasonal Event]

ALISTAIR His breath heavy, his body covered by glops of pumpkin goo, Alistair, his face concealed in the brooding mechanical mask his father had gifted him, lumbered through the glass. The faint glow of orange and crimson signalling a camp near by, and an alluring sweet scent accompanied said glow, which his stomach acknowledged with an audible rumble. Limp pumpkin creatures were dragged in a netted sack as he cautiously approached. He blinked when he noticed the source of the smell wafting through the glades. It was Rexanna and while he had never met Melita he assumed her the friendly sort, noticing how Rex had been interacting with her. He thought to perhaps pass along his merry way, but the day had been long, exhausting...messy. His chest huffed before stepping through the brush. As he did so, he noticed another creature sneakily closing in afar. An arrow whizzed between them, catching the creature square between the eyes. Sack dumped onto the ground as he walked past them, mask humming, hissing as its mechanics worked their minute intricacies. Hand smoothing over his gooped up hair as he approached the fallen creature, lifting the arrow that had rested firmly into it. Turning back toward the pair he noticed how this must all appear, and slipped off his mask. "Evening...sorry...was on my way home. Smell drew me in, lucky for all of us...right on time." He claimed, lifting the arrow with the dead creature and giving it a little wiggle. Faint smirk given to the pair when he noticed what Rex was cooking. "Suppose one more couldn't hurt?"