[center][color=crimson][h1]T H E  C R I M S O N  C O M P A N Y[/h1][/color][/center] 
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	Damion raised an eyebrow. "Emily Gehrman, eh? The famed monster hunter in the flesh..." He frowned as he listened to her advice. She was correct in that he had grossly miscalculated—he had not, even in his wildest fantasies, imagined that any of the local folktales would turn out to be accurate—but to flee? He had carefully crafted the reputation of the Crimson Company over many campaigns and hard years. His companions and his soldiers had absolute confidence in him, and Damion himself had a reputation of unfailing victory. If he were to cut and retreat now, to beasts that most did not know the existence of beyond commonly retold fantasies...
	He shook his head. It would ruin his company. He could not afford it, especially when they were on the cusp of such a coup. His decision made, he stared Emily in the eye, his tone clipped and measured.
	"I thank you for the advice, monster hunter. However, I cannot accept it. The Crimson Company does not retreat, or break its contracts when given in honest nature." He paused, allowing this to sink in, and held up a hand as her outrage bloomed. "However, I am not fool enough to not realize that these creatures are an enormous threat. They killed nearly one-hundred of my men. We only have thirty bodies of the beasts to compensate for our losses." Damion swallowed hard, his anger quite apparent. He paused to master himself, then continued.
	 "You're correct, I am a soldier. This is not the type of battle I am used to fighting. But as you said yourself, you are a hunter. And I am now looking to start a hunt." He said, his eyes wide and intense. "I would be [i]most[/i] appreciative if you were to aid me in this venture, madam."[/color]