The seasond hunter narrowed his eyes when Jonathan mentioned his destination.

"That fool.” The veteran muttered. Unless he was [i]that [/i]kind of person, it didn't seem like he was talking about Jonathan, as he was still there and could obviously overhear what he was saying.

“Take them away.” He ordered the men who showed up, apparently having seen enough. And not long after the two began disposing of the bodies.

Sighing, he turned towards the soon-to-become hunter before he had the chance to leave. 
“If you meet a hunter other than your mentor at Castle Bloodleaves, either don’t get on his bad side or stay away from him altogether.”

“You think it’s him?” The younger hunter asked the other one, getting once again distracted from his task at hand.

“Who else uses his enemies’ weapons against them in such a brutal manner? Thank the gods it was petty bounty hunters this time.” He got as a response, followed by another sigh.

With the two focused on their conversation, it didn’t take long for the situation to spiral out of control, the crowed now slowly becoming aggressive.

Out in the distance, echoing from the direction of the imposing castle, a screech suddenly silenced the entirety of the crowed, leaving even the two hunters present staring in the direction from which the horrid sound came, with a rather startled expression on their faces. However the old-timers expression changed to one of annoyance.

“What’s he done now?” He asked himself, his voice failing to conceal his anger.
Before bolting off towards the castle he ordered his fellow hunter to stay here with the crowd.