A shadow of a stranger appears at the doorway of the inn, he notices the bismal nature of the area... Different as he once remembered it. To think it was not long ago he was a part of the mayhem that ensued the innocents. His associate... dead perhaps, apparently, as it would seem twice and not likely to rise again. Ohh my dear Cestius, are you responsible for what this has become? Has your madness seeped through the cracks and allowed for darkness to take place? The stranger continued to talk to himself in the doorway of the inn, I normally love the mayhem and chaos... but... do you know what I like more? I like the hunt... after all... who do you all think taught Cestius his ways? He cackled to himself, still himself, What should I do with these ruffians? Do I join them or do I start the hunt up again? By this time the innkeeper of the building began to notice this individual talking to himself at the doorway, he became considered, wondering if it was another of the hooligans that have been senselessly slaying citizens here, he knew he paid his taxes! Why would they come back again so soon? As the innkeeper listened to the shadow's conversation with the doorway, his stomach dropped, a pit that was filled by the perseverance of the Paws to root out evil, suddenly undone. He began to panick, but knew if he ran his action would only entice the hunter to engage out of pure animal instinct. He slowly backed out of the building careful to not make a sound, waiting till he was out of sight and ear shot distance before he sprinted to safety. As if Sosaria didn't have enough to deal with... Now a huntsman has appeared in Stormhold looking for a new game to fill his hunger.
