"The offer is indeed appreciated, and tempting.." Ratharon starts, mirroring Bijou's sentiment and looking down as if mulling it over. "But gold cannot wash away blood so easily. It must fall to us. Even if it somehow soothed a family, I never could rest without being certain I took it down myself."

She then locks eyes with Glint, determination plain to see from her expression, as well as curiosity. "Aside from that, I'm more interested in what you could possibly mean by "orders from above." And that you claim capability to take it down in single combat. Is there civilization close by you hail from, with special knowledge on these creatures? Or is this just your specialty?"