[center][h1][color=a36209] Clay Hale[/color][/h1][/center] 
Clay tipped his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose as Senna started throwing insults his way again.  This...man, was really starting to irritate him. First, buying them drinks hoping to encroach on /their/ hunts. He and Senna didn't need any help, they had gotten along fine before now and they would continue to get on without an extra hand in their pot. If he could be bothered to work, you could be damn sure he was going to be getting a fair amount of profit from it.  They were certainly not about to go chasing after the coven either. There was no money in being dead.  He let Senna and ....Parsnip? Pasley? Pascal? P...something banter back and forth while he sipped the drink their new 'friend' bought him.  He nearly jumped when the man who had been sitting at the bar suddenly appeared at their table. Call out Mr.P something for being the fool that he was. 

[color=a36209]"See Senna? Someone is finally speaking sense, let's listen to the brooding character over there and push this whole....hunting tonight nonsense and taking on the coven of witches  out of our minds,"[/color] Clay then turned to back to the Mr. P somebody.[color=a36209] "And, to be honest, Senna doesn't have any friends. Alive or otherwise, so, buying her drinks does nothing to increase your chances of survival. One might say, it lowers them. In fact, I get more tempted to kill you by the second. So, why don't you leave your ale and take your proposition elsewhere,"[/color] He made a shooing motion with his hands

[center][h1][color=bc8dbf] Emiliah Hazelbrush [/color][/h1][/center] 
[color=bc8dbf]"Yeah," [/color]she said, finishing her food. [color=bc8dbf]"He mentioned something like that."[/color] Then,  trying not to seem too offended thinking that Bobby felt that she suddenly needed help to take down a witch. But, in all the time that she had known Bobby, he had never made a poor suggestion. So, obviously, there was a reason he was suggesting it.  She looked across the tavern to Fenros, eyes flicking up and down trying to figure out the reasoning behind Bobby's suggestion.  

Fenros was a legendary hunter. She could probably learn a lot from him. She chewed the inside of her cheek thinking it over. Fenros probably knew all kinds of hunting tips and tricks. She could probably learn a lot.  One of the problems with being essentially bound to a single location, even one as heavily saturated with activity as Seren's folly, was that once you had learned everything the town had to offer, the learning stopped. Occasionally, one happen upon a hunter with a skill they were willing to share. However, most hunters guarded their trade secrets with the utmost urgency. [color=bc8dbf] "Maybe you are  right Bobby,"[/color] she said, feeling quite proud that she had managed to figure out this suggestion.

She wasn't being totally selfish either.  Her knowledge of the land around the Folly and in the witches territory was second to none. She had been trained in this area, grown up in the area and there were very few places she hadn't at least since, if not been herself. [color=bc8dbf] "Thanks for dinner Bobby,  I think my pa is planning to stop by either today or tomorrow," [/color]With that, she pushed herself away from the counter and walked over to Fenros. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to tell Fenros /Hey...So, I think you are a good hunter and I think I am a good hunter and I think we should go be good hunters together/ Yeah, that sounded stupid.  But before she could form her proposition, she was standing in front of him.  When in doubt, go with the truth. [color=bc8dbf]"So,"[/color] she started, waiting for Fenros to be attentive.[color=bc8dbf] " I don't usually do this, but I was talking with Bobby and he seemed to think that you could help me with a little...witch problem I am having. And...in return, I thought that I could.... help you with your witch hunt. I really do know the area quite well," [/color]

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