Hunter's Glade Recap - 22nd Sun's Dusk

Hircine release me. Take me to your Hunting Grounds. I cannot stomach these people any longer. This is my true test, isn’t it? To see if I can tolerate living amongst such an asinine clan.

Worse, we’re stuck waiting for instructions from the Hunt-Father, and who knows how long I’ll have to endure before that happens?

The Wyrd Witch Adrihna returned to the den, only to be… chastised or teased -- I’m not sure which -- about her new boyfriend by the Reachman Tarkuuth. This is… none of mine nor anyone else’s business and yet here these family matters are being aired out amongst the entire group. It’s revolting.

If Tarkuuth tries his patriarchal act on me, I’m going to ensure he’s unable to infect Tamriel any further with his genetic spawn. No. That’s a mental picture I could have done without. I can’t believe someone actually… ew. No.

Adrihna did bring to light one of Tarkuuth’s insecurities; he’s apparently very concerned about his abdomen. Referring to it as a “gut” obviously gets under his skin to an extent that absolutely delights me. In truth, he’s in great shape for a man of his age, but if he’s insecure in his masculinity, I’m definitely going to take advantage.

We then spoke of the smaller Reachman, Durrin’s, hygiene. Tarkuuth approved, because of course he did, but to me it looks like neither soap nor water have touched his scalp since the war broke out. Just looking at his hair makes me feel… itchy.

Despite the group’s insistence, Tarkuuth is unwilling to go look out and actually look for signs from our patron. Adrihna finally got fed up with this and rounded up the Reachmen, Durrin and Barrett, to… maybe hunt. I don’t know. I don’t care. I need a break from these people before I poison one of their elk carcasses.

I’m going to go take a bath and pretend Tarkuuth doesn’t exist.

~Zifri Mossvale