07-06-2017, 02:14 PM
The soulless smiled beneath the sable silk adhered to the dull metal of his helm, briefly entertaining the notion that name of the fearful waif before him was some variation on ‘Youfst’. While their pale complexion did remind him of several Northwomen he met with similar titles, the unscarred countenance, uncalloused palms, and frivolous outfit most certainly did not.
Nonetheless, there was no harm in answering her question, excluding the unlikely event that she was some kind of true-naming witch. He extended a gloved hand, the dark leather scored and scarred by countless claws and blades. “The name’s Vulre. I’m a hunter by trade.”
The proffered hand hung in the air, dull eyes with a colour like freshly-shredded leaves staring back at the youth from behind the emotionless steel of his helmet.
Nonetheless, there was no harm in answering her question, excluding the unlikely event that she was some kind of true-naming witch. He extended a gloved hand, the dark leather scored and scarred by countless claws and blades. “The name’s Vulre. I’m a hunter by trade.”
The proffered hand hung in the air, dull eyes with a colour like freshly-shredded leaves staring back at the youth from behind the emotionless steel of his helmet.
Torcher of tomes, slayer of sorcerers, taker of ears, and flayer of men. Reasonable rates.