[u][b]Evos Ash-Bringer[/b][/u]

Evos was approached by a Nord; if his ears and eyes told him the truth that is. His name was Nikalous and by the sounds of it he was the leader of Dovahfeyn, which in a sense was only right, Evos pondered. Naturally a nord should lead the group that was designed to hunt down the menace that started in Skyrim.
Whilst Nikalous was talking he took in the group that was stood behind him, they all appeared be pre-occupied doing something, some were looking at him, others completely disinterested in a new arrival, evidently they were all in thought of fighting a dragon, maybe reeling in from killing their last.
That was something Evos yearned to know, just how many Dragons these already renowned hunters had dispatched. If they Queen of roses had her eyes on them then they surely must be a formidable force.
Hopefully Evos would add to that strength.

It was then when Nikolaus offered Evos a walk up to the 'mound', turning Evos assumed the Nord was talking a bout the hillock behind them.
[i]An odd thing to call it...[/i]Evos mused momentarily before replying.

"Of course sera, after you."

The two of them walked a good few yards, thankfully the Nord was slightly aware of Evos' ageing joints as he appeared to be walking at a fairly subdued pace.
Evos asked his first question as they approached the first turn on the stone path that lead to the top.
"So. Dragon slayers..."
Evos gave a slight chuckle "I have served two Daedra in my time on this plane of existence, and I have seen many a thing, and heard of even greater things, but to actually be apart of something that hunts long thought extinct beings..."
"It's almost surreal, a fine final chapter to this old mans life."
For the first time in quite a long while Evos spoke with a vigour in his voice, his melancholy tone non-existent.  
"Tell me what your companions are like then, sera, I'm sure you have attracted quite the diverse group?"