Joshua initiated another of his iconic sessions of "Old-Man-Ramblings". [color=8882be]"We'll be travelling to the ancient fortress of Bloodleaves, to meet a buddy of mine, and since I need to check in on it anyway. You all, I might station you there, I'm not too sure... In any case, We're just going to murder your standard dangerous wildlife on the way there. Take a detour through trouble spots I've heard about, put to sleep anything that jumps us. Sound fine?"[/color], he got into a bit more detail on what they might encounter.

[color=8882be]"Hmm."[/color], he rubbed his chin, resting on the doorframe. [color=8882be]"I think there were reports of mountain lions, smaller beasts, bears, that sort of thing. There's a rumor that a Wyvern has taken residence in an old sawmill too. If you're all up for it, we could try and find out if that's true or not. It'd be fun, and Wyvern scales are great for damage-resistant clothes. Not as good as the ancient proper Dragons' scales, but still a mighty fine choice of material![/color]

[color=8882be]"Of course..."[/color], Joshua mentioned, [color=8882be"I suppose it isn't required for us to hunt anything that isn't a proper Scourged Beast anyway, right? We're 'Hunters', with a capital H. If you are all getting impatient and want to test it on a proper beast first thing, I'd be fine with just high-tailing it to the aforementioned bestial prison that is Bloodleaves."[/color]

He looks outside, at the sun. [color=8882be]"Oh, but yes, as I said, meet me at the town's gate."[/color]. Joshua added, jokingly,[color=8882be]"Don't get lost!"[/color], before bolting off.