I need to find a group of men and women who stalk beasts in the night, who wear paint to bring themselves into symmetry with the animal, who hunt down their food with a viciousness that is tempered by their humble pagan prayers. There would be no lies, because differences are solved on the field of battle. Where there aren't envious sycophants, vegans, christians, buddhists, muslims, and whatever other false belief that takes you away from the hunt and the sword. For the sword is life.
I heed your word oh mighty Beastmaster!