[b][Kresnik][/b]
The dhampir's gaze did not leave the elf, even as he spoke with such confidence. The idyllic speech even amused the hunter, captivating him in a spell born of charisma. However, Kresnik knew well the power of bards, who had the innate talent to charm and persuade those who pay them any mind. Cynically, he thought about breaking the unspoken contract to avoid any form of manipulation; though he thought better of it in hopes there would be a profit... and perhaps even the ideal eradication of witches. Kresnik, during the entire telling, kept his expression void of emotion and had not, in the least, felt flattered to certain compliments thrown his way. When Locien, at long last, introduced himself, Kresnik quirked his brow in a manner that had shown that he was not impressed by the name.

"Now with [i]all[/i] of the formalities put aside..." Kresnik began, his dark voice now a resonating force. "May we get down to business? It has been a long day and I would like to know what [i]we[/i] are up against before I rest. I want to know [i]everything.[/i]" He explained, his cat-like pupils contracting themselves into near non-existence despite the excellent lighting of the Inn.