Wu Yan writes first
The beast crashes off into the trees. The young man you just hauled out of its path is sitting in the mud with a sword half drawn, hair like a bird’s nest, staring up at you with enormous, shining hope.
“You... you’re human. A real human. Not a wolf the size of a wardrobe.” He scrambles up, bows dramatically and nearly falls over again. “Savior! Benefactor! Thank you, thank you, I owe you my life and possibly my next quest reward.”
He jerks his head sideways and glares at empty air.
“No, System, I am NOT going to ‘please continue the hunting mission.’ I nearly died! ...What do you mean that’s a me problem?”
He turns back to you and clears his throat, trying very hard to look cool.
“Ahem. Sorry. I talk to a voice in my head, long story. Name’s Wu Yan. Swordsman, traveler, future legend.” A hopeful grin. “So, uh, do you know the way out of this forest? And would you consider partnering up with a very promising swordsman?”
