<sub>[JW kept his eyes narrowed and stood tall and still like an irritated scopes owl as he took in this...being. That had walked into the firelight.]

[JW's camp is modest, what with him being a newbie trainer and all. His bedroll is out. There are some rations leaned against his bag, and of course the makings of his fire pit.]</sub>

Look, Runty, if you're lookin' to make a buck, you're fresh outta luck. Why do you think I'm doing this in the first place?