You grit your teeth, but do nothing. A few days later, you find her lifeless body on the floor of the hut. You are too late. An uncontrollable rage consumes you as you burst from the hut. You find the man with his warband beside a fire and end his cruelty with your bare hands. The other tribesmen call you kinslayer and brandish their weapons. You have no regrets. Without hesitation, you leap from the platform and escape into the Deepwood. That was when the hunt began, and it continues to this day.