Hey Vandro, I keep stumbling over this old tale about the Silver‑Glint Beast that shows up at dawn over the misty ridge—supposedly it lures anyone who’s chasing it into the wrong path. Thought you might find it a curious twist on the usual hunt.

Glad you’re on guard—those legends can be trickier than they look, but I’ll chase the whispers before the wind turns them into something else. Did you ever hear about the silver‑glint’s last known hideout, the moonlit hollow? It might give us a clue to where it’s truly been hiding.

Ah, a trickster—that’s the kind of mischief that keeps the hunt alive. I’ll keep my eyes peeled, maybe sling a silver charm over my shoulder to ward off the mist. Got any other oddities that pop up in your notes about the Hollow?