[Seth Lavryl]

Seth took a liking to the Dorin almost immediately.

“Seth,” he returned, familiar with the local greeting and name that seemed to come attached to it in a hand basket. A feral smile lit his features as he leaned across the counter, interest piqued, elbows coming to rest on the corners as he hunched his shoulders over and tried to catch a glimpse of the map the Dorin had brought out. Obviously, the man knew his way about the isle a bit. Readjusting the crumbled piece of paper he’d handed the Dorin earlier and sliding it out of his way on the counter, Seth examined the map with interest with Daw-ta laid it down for him, and nodded his head silently at the prospect of venison housed up on the northern reaches of the island.

“I’ve heard Arios is a wonderful place for hunters. I hope I don’t disappoint,” he glanced up with a rueful grin. Although this would be his first ‘big-time’ hunting trip, as Francis had put it when Seth had tossed him the keys to look after his house and Ajax, Seth would be damned if he advertised it to anyone. No, he might not be a local, but he sure had a knack for putting on airs and the illusion of knowing precisely what he was getting himself into.

“Aaye, I forgot,” he shook his head; he’d been in the isle for at least a day now – or was it more? the lack of sleep sure did perturb his memory and ache his mind – and the unnatural concept still kept him uneasy. The bright side of this would be that he’d be able to hunt continuously, a full twenty-four hours a day, with only small pauses for rest and nourishment. That concept, for no real particular reason, thrilled him beyond belief.

“Thank ya kindly,” he spoke, taking the small crumpled ball of papyrus and dried twigs. It was always good to have insight on the type of wood in the forest; and at least Daw-ta had ensured he wouldn’t go cold for five nights. Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out a crumbled hundred-crown bank note and added an additional gold coin atop of that. It glimmered meekly in the light streaming through the windows. “Thank ya for the map as well,” he spoke as Daw-ta began to collect some of the items he’d requested. Drumming his fingers atop the counter ridge, he paused for a moment to ask some serious questions that had been nagging him. “I reckon ya probably have heard this a hundred times, but is there really mythical beasts out there? In those woods yonder? Anythin' I should be worried about?” he asked, lifting up a hand and pointing his thumb back over his shoulder where the wilderness broke. A portion of it, at least.