[h2][center][color=0072bc]Corradino Michelangelo Parisi[/color][/center][/h2]

Of the Parisi brothers, it was Corradino who's name witches could fear. He was the needle swordsman, the hunter faster than the wind, who could skewer a Witch and her foul familiar with one well aimed strike. They said he could smell a witch, that just by being near them he could sniff them out like some kind of dog, and that if he found a Witch he would stalk them for hours before killing them. Rumours about the man flew, the Parisi family had been hunting withces for a long time and he may have been the best hunter the family had ever had... that's what they siad.

Thee truth? He was good, very good and very dangerous. He couldn't smell a witch, he wasn't faster than the wind and he didn't stalk, considering it a waste of time unless absolutely necassary. Was he the best the family had? Currently most definitely, but ever? He wasn't sure, but it hardly mattered now. After getting his and his brothers rooms for the night, he went looking for him. Stepping out of the inn he looked for the nearest tavern, knowing his brother would have headed there first.

As he located it he began his trek towards it before something caught his eye, a young woman had set up a little shop next to the tavern, the sort of travel stand many aspiring merchants used. Though her pitch peaked the hunters interest. Mentions of magical cures and potions, the tools of withces certainly... but alchemists and charlatains as well. He wondered for moment his next course of action, before decideing on thee direct route. The Witch-hunter in all his glory approached the stand, looking over her shop before looking down at the girl, [color=0072bc]"Tell me girl, got any Wolfsbane? Silver? Lavender or gold? I'm looking to re-stock my supplies, and you seem like the nearest shoppe that may have any of the items I'm looking for."[/color], he wanted to see her response, more often than not these people were charlatains and alchemists... but he had slain a witch or two in his time who hid in plain sight, but it was quite the long shot.

[@Karl Kadaver]