He noticed the inquisitive look in her mismatched eyes and gave her a simple answer. "I was once one of these Tribals. I wasn't born one - I became one. I trained under them, hunted with them. But I left it all behind." He trails off, recalling a deep tragedy that she could see still haunted him to this day. "The Tribal herbs provide them the necessary traits to fight the monsters... But it is said that it also reveals the true forms of the beasts. What they really look like and how they influence the world around them. They are so horrible, so terrifying that no matter how much we - sorry, - how much they hunt them down, the mere thought of them could drive Tribals mad. So what did they do? They created a ritual; a second herb that takes away memory. After each hunt they would take this new drug and let it alter their recent hunt. That way, the beasts cannot hound you further beyond their death. There is another moniker my mentor shared with me when I asked him about God. He said to me, 'I believe in the monsters we hunt, not the fantasies of men.' The Tribals believe that the herbal trance is the true vision of the world... Then that is to imply that the truth can drive one mad by the mere sight of it." He goes silent for a moment before asking another one of the girl's silent questions. "They wear half-masks to show their humanity in defiance of the monsters. Half of their face is still seen as human. Why do I wear a full mask, you may say? I believe that you can figure that one out."