"I know your weakness. One of them, yes, is fire. Here." I say. I concentrate on humans. Yeesh. I think. I'm not even human!
"Ugh, your making me tired!" I grunt. I take out a piece of human meat from my bag. It was pretty big. Big enough for Fester.
I climb up a tree and fall back exhausted. I was appearing again. I climb even higher. I wait.

"Fire, or bright sunlight, but a weakness is not about what, but why. Now explain why you come running into camp trying to kill me." Fester caught scent of the flesh, narrowing his eyes at her. "What is that and why do you have it?"

@MakeshiftDemon

"It's human meat. And I did NOT want to kill you. If you know everything about me, you should know I'm cursed. I don't know why. I act up and canteen troll myself. My markings glow. That's why I carry a chain. To chain myself. I've only killed a couple of times. Mostly humans." I explain. I hand Fester the meat and climb the tree again.

Sorry! Pings not getting through right!

He pretended to act disgusted. "Human!? WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS!?" He put his hands up defensively and took a step back. "I don't want this!" Of course this was all an act, If he were with friends Fester would have happily taken it and eaten it to heal his wounds, but he wasn't with friends, he was with someone he was still unsure of.

"I have visions whenever I want, so I know everything about you already, but only if I follow that path, so the things I ask you I have to ask you." Fester sits on the log by his campfire again, putting his head in his hands, but stopping when he remembers the deep cut and burns on his right hand. He touched the cut on his chest with his other hand with a sigh. Strangely there was no blood on Fester.

"Ask me anything! What can I do to prove that I just want to help?" I cry out. I look at the cuts on Fester's hands.
"Sorry about the fire."

"It's fine, they'll heal quickly. The only thing I want to know right now is why are you carting around human flesh?" Fester said while he took off his shirt. He dug through his bag and took out some gauze and bandages. He began wrapping the bandages around the cut on his chest. A cut like this on a normal person would easily have them bedridden for several days, Fester however seemed unphased by it.

"It's not mine. Don't know where it came. I was thinking about, then I felt something in my bag. I'm telling the truth." I answered. Then I thought uh oh! Did kill someone on the way? "Here, have it." I answered. "I'll leave if you want."

Forgot to ping!

((Sorry for the late reply I had to take a shower))

Fester wasn't fully convinced but he chose to accept the answer. Once again in half disgust he took it and put aside on a near by log. "That's . . . .Lovely" he said sarcastically. "I honestly could care less if you stay or go, just don't hurt anyone." He said as he finished bandaging his wounds. "What are you? You're obviously not human with those teeth of yours. . . ." Fester rubbed his head and grumbled.