Marin, the Eladrin Ranger (Beast Master or Fey Wanderer Conclave, both work)

Marin sat patiently in the bushes, with her bow pointed towards the unicorn and aiming for its heart.

She couldn't help but pity the poor thing, with its life ending so soon. However, from the look of its gait, it was old and injured, and it would likely be hunted by a wolf pack if she didn't take action first.

So, with her guilty conscience reassured, she muttered a quick prayer of passing-on in Sylvan, shooting the arrow as she finished the final verse. She watched as the unicorn laid itself down to sleep, starting to say another prayer as she retrieved the corpse and brought it to her home to clean.

Over the past five years of her living in the Glittering Woodlands, the sight of a Woodlandan unicorn has never gotten old to her.

While most unicorns in this world looked like average horses with horns atop their head, these unicorns' appearances were uniquely affected by the fey magic that spread throughout this forest. Their fur, horns, and mane seemed to shine like a rainbow diamond.

The horns, especially, sold for hundreds- no, thousands- as daggers. That rainbow glow stayed with it regardless of how much a carver sanded it off, it was a material rumored to bring good fortune to its owner, and it looked rather pretty in a dungeon with an eager adventurer.

Their price only went up as well, considering that more and more sellers kept getting exposed for unethical unicorn hunting. Within the few years that she started this job, she ended up with a monopoly on the damn daggers.

Who would've known that all of this would come from her desire to retire from adventuring and live as her fey ancestors did?

She shook her head, quickly throw those thoughts aside and saving them for when she didn't have to focus so hard. After all, decay waits for nobody.

With the same amount of care as always, she grabbed her knife, humming a folk song as she cut off the horn and put it inside her nearly full drawer of horns.

Glancing at it, she decided that dealing with those horns and turning them into her famous daggers would be her priority tomorrow. After all, she did have to empty that drawer soon, before she hunted another animal.

Meanwhile, the meat looked perfect, apart from where she shot the guy. She pulled out the arrow, chopping away the bits and pieces that she couldn't eat. After all, those would make perfect offerings to the Woodlands later.

She put the meat she could make into meals in her magical freezer, smiling as she heard the familiar hum of the freezer keeping the meat safe from the elements.

As for the bones, she decided that she would sort those out later, humming as she placed whatever bones she could inside their appropriate drawers.

She kept the rest of the unicorn remains on the kitchen table, not wanting to bother with trying to find specific locations for now.

After all, she had a long day of horn carving to take care of tomorrow, and she was more than ready to prioritize that.