Ritnaran Lekras (Heroist)

But the mage was getting closer too. “-Even if this creature manages to outrun me,” thought the mage, “I’ll still jump on it and kick it with a club until it gives back my food.” Rithnaran was overcome by some kind of hunting instinct, dormant deep within the soul of every person and not awakening until a certain moment in life. Meanwhile, the mage was already a few meters away from the coveted barrel of snails. “Just a little more,” he thought, not taking his eyes off the bird.