Walking through the various dark alleys Theodore noted how alive this night felt. It felt unlike any other. The first sign of it was the unusual vendor at this time in the night. “ . . . Come all to Fey’s shop of the odd and . . .” His attention span was short and he soon tuned out. He liked these kind of nights. The bigger the crowd, the higher the chance of something interesting happening. 

He reached the place that accommodated the hustle and bustle. The tavern. The vendor he had heard earlier was being approached by a rather flashy looking hunter. He only nodded while closing his eyes in sign of greeting as the other hunter was pursuing some possibly lead about a witch coven. Theodore however did not pay much attention, instead allowing the conversation to caress his ears as a mere background static. The corners of his mouth jerked into a faint smile at the sight of the fraudulent wares.

[color=00EE00][i]I guess the fictitiousness of these wares lies in the eye of the observer[/i][/color], Theodore thought, contemplating on the nature of these items. He didn’t spend much time doing so however, and before the vendor even had the chance to give response to the other hunter, Theodore bid both of them a good evening and headed for the tavern entrance.

Just as he opened the door a white wolf made its way out on its own. Rather interesting to see it acting on its own like that. No doubt it belong to a hunter. Theodore raised his head and glimpsed inside, and indeed he was right. At least three other hunters resided inside along with the rest of the common folk.
It reminded Theodore of the time when he was first drafted into the hunter ranks and he mentally shook his head at what he had been taught.

[color=00EE00][i]Courage? Honor? Is that what defines hunters? What a joke.[/i][/color]

He didn’t care one bit about that.
“So, a challenge is it?” He heard a woman sitting at the counter say.
Definitely not the usual night, he thought as he walked up to the counter and lifted one finger indicating he was taking one of the usual. He had tried in the past to drown out his boredom with various ales, yet his body rejected the poison before it surmounted to any form of actual entertainment. The tavern entertainment had to be provided by the rest of the crowd present, if at all.

He looked to his side at the hunter and the lady as they prepared for their challenge. Theodore couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow at the amount of empty mugs strew in front of the elegant lady. The stories he had heard before crossed his mind.

[color=00EE00][i]Nah, it can’t be. Can it?[/i][/color] He thought.

Before he had the chance to ponder on that further the bartender returned with his ale and after paying, Theodore retreated to a quieter corner of the tavern, where he could observe the entire scene.

[color=00EE00][i]It could get interesting tonight. That is if the stories are true. I will watch closely.[/i][/color]