William continued to watch the road, waiting for any more would be arrivals to show themselves. The man sighed to himself after a short while. The night so far had been both quiet and calm, and the man turned his back to the road. He wanted to start the meeting before it became too late, however the man didn't make it more than three steeps away from where he stood watch before he came to another halt. At first it was distant, a rather subtle sound that only grew louder as seconds passed. The old hunter turned to face the road again, noticing a peculiar red truck rolling down the road and into town. As the car slowed to a stop beside him, William slowly circled the car, checking the interior through the windows. The car was filled with weapons and ammo. Its owner however was no where to be seen. He doubted that it had been abandoned. William glanced down the road, unstrapping his axe from his belt, the hunter cautiously followed road out of town. With a flick of his axe, the shaft extended out and locked into place. His grip tightened on the axe as he took hold of it with both hands, ready to hack at any would-be threats. 

	The chain on his shield continued to rattle as he slowly paced himself up the hill. Once he reached the top, he saw two figures standing ahead of him. The worn hunter still held his axe at the ready as he approached them. He stopped about fifteen feet away from, and looked them both over carefully. "We wouldn't happen to be lost here would we?" He asked them. The hunter's stance became more relaxed, but that still didn't change the fact that he was holding an axe. "Odd hours to be out hiking strangers, or did the truck that just rolled itself into my 'establishment' belong to you two?"