[b]Alurat the Rune Maker
Fort Goldface[/b]

A travel stained cloak clung to the stranger's shoulders as he departed the city of Tremshire. Fort Goldface rose in the distance, a short walk away from the city limits. A thin cloud of dust rose behind Alurat, kicked up by his horses hooves, which marked his passage on the road. This seemed likely to be a simple venture, but worth investigating none the less. If the creature was magical in nature he might learn something that would further his research, and magical or not he stood to make a profitable reward for hunting it down. He expected there to be a small party of mercenaries. He didn't like working with others, there was always a risk of conflicting motives and goals, but it would likely not prove detrimental to his own aims. As he mused, he closed the distance with the fort and the doors opened before him.

Alurat reined in his horse in the fort's courtyard, before a noble and his retinue. A man leaning against the wall looked distinctly out of place, and he had no doubt that they would be one of his companions on this job.

"I'm here to slay a monster," he stated without preamble, pulling back his hood and revealing a stern face marked with runic tattoos and framed with red locks which hid his pointed ears.