"There's too many in it for the thrill of the hunt. They may not number in the dozens, but they're enough to be almost as bad, if not worse than the Beasts. At least the Beasts, even the ones lost completely to Corruption and madness, don't know any better," he notes, sagely. "If it's any consolation, those rogue Hunters often end up injured or worse, which brings them into my care. I've had more than a few words, which I hope, put the fear of God into them. Barring that, Locrian is as pleased to track a rogue Hunter as they are to tag a rogue Beast."

"Lavender tea, it is, then." Fetching the kettle, he fills it at the sink, then sets it on the stove to boil.