She's gone. She should be here, but she's gone. You went on a lengthy hunt for ten days, a troupe of men and yourself to scour the plains and hunt whatever game remains in the hills. You all came together from different villages, because banding together is your best shot against the dark army that has been spreading like a virus through the moors. These men have not hunted for as long as you, for you've been a hunter since birth, and on your own since your home burnt down in your early teens.. but you care nothing of titles or notoriety. Popularity and myths don't exist about great hunters, and even if they did, that is never what you were about. All you wanted was a home, and a family, and food on the table. You have the home, you have the woman.. and she is truly beautiful. Her hair is gold and her smile is the sweetest thing you've ever seen, it's a smile she only makes when she sees you, and you know that.
But home from the hunt, she's gone. A table is turned over and some glass is broken as you tread through your home. She isn't the only one missing from your village. The older, withered women weep about their daughters being hauled away for the queen, the beautiful ones. They tell you one last thing, and it is with accusatory eyes. "The Queen came looking for a huntsman.."