"It's none of your business, mate! Move along now!" you say confindently to the Drawa Hunter. He frowns.
"How dare you talk like that to a Hunter?" He smirks. "You're new here, aren't you? Probably one of those mythical rescue runts. I'll be sure to put you in the right place."
"What do you mean?" you ask, a tinge less confident. A dark feeling wells up in your chest and continues to eat up your insides.
"Jail."