Walking through the forest, stepping over roots and vines as well as forgotten and long decayed bodies of monsters and men, my mind drifts off, mulling on the words Jungle had said.
As far as trust goes, Anselm is openly weary of the man, probing at him every chance he gets and whispering in my ear about how uncomfortable he feels working with the man.
Jungle, to his credit, pretends as though he doesn't notice the blatant mistrust. I assume he is far more concerned with hunting and killing the beast mother, something I'm also looking forward to.
If the beast is as powerful as he says it is, then killing it should warrant a load of experience. I'm all for the quick and easy path, if I only have to end one large monster rather than scurry about hunting smaller ones then I'm good.