- Messages
- 3
A man walked up to them and rather confidently announced that he was here to join the hunt. That was all well and good, so Castro chose not to embarrass him needlessly by pointing out that he was in fact nobody of importance. Actually, of the nobodies of importance as far as rank was concerned, he was probably pretty low on that list too.
“The more the merrier. From the looks of it, this quest is a big one.” he replied, looking over the new arrival. The first thing that caught the monk’s attention was the man’s remarkably white hair, and then his pointed ears. An elf, this fellow was. He was about as well prepared as Castro himself and Uhtred, and his posture hinted a wealth of experience.
Turning away, He watched as Warden Ciradyl spoke, eyes widening a little at the mention of wyverns. Nasty creatures, them. A draconic creature the size of a horse or bigger, the few encounters he had heard of from other hunters sounded like no walk in the park. Young ones, such as those they tasked to find, were rumored to be more dangerous than the elders.
He waited as others were split into teams and felt a bit of relief when Uhtred offered to pair with him. He had not been expressly mentioned by the Warden and was thus unsure how to search for an ally. “Alright. Fine by me, friend. Wait, what?” he said, looking over to the wolf. Just then he heard a small chime in their direction, a look of understanding crossing his features. “Hm. Neat.” He said, yawning a little.
He did not work with much gear, just his monster hunting garb and staff as well as whatever happened to be in his pack at the time, so he was good to go. “Is there anything either of you need before we leave, or shall we simply pick a direction and begin our journey?” He asked, looking over both the direwolf and Uhtred.
Sigrith
“The more the merrier. From the looks of it, this quest is a big one.” he replied, looking over the new arrival. The first thing that caught the monk’s attention was the man’s remarkably white hair, and then his pointed ears. An elf, this fellow was. He was about as well prepared as Castro himself and Uhtred, and his posture hinted a wealth of experience.
Turning away, He watched as Warden Ciradyl spoke, eyes widening a little at the mention of wyverns. Nasty creatures, them. A draconic creature the size of a horse or bigger, the few encounters he had heard of from other hunters sounded like no walk in the park. Young ones, such as those they tasked to find, were rumored to be more dangerous than the elders.
He waited as others were split into teams and felt a bit of relief when Uhtred offered to pair with him. He had not been expressly mentioned by the Warden and was thus unsure how to search for an ally. “Alright. Fine by me, friend. Wait, what?” he said, looking over to the wolf. Just then he heard a small chime in their direction, a look of understanding crossing his features. “Hm. Neat.” He said, yawning a little.
He did not work with much gear, just his monster hunting garb and staff as well as whatever happened to be in his pack at the time, so he was good to go. “Is there anything either of you need before we leave, or shall we simply pick a direction and begin our journey?” He asked, looking over both the direwolf and Uhtred.
Sigrith