[center][h2][color=f26522]Artyom Barkov[/color][/h2][/center]

While he had seem plenty of refugees from Rjaskav and Solvnir that seemed broken down or just... hollow from the horrors, Artyom didn't seem all that fussed himself. Standing in the crowd with an almost bored expression, hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had traveled with him through good days and ensured that he lived to see through the bad ones as he listened to the announcement. Truthfully he didn't really [i]need[/i] to hear about what the creatures were; He was fairly certain that his own experiences with them were greater then anything some noble bastards had noticed while looking over their shoulder with their tail between their legs while driving a wagon filled with as much of their wealth as they could load up while their hired help fought and died to buy them time... but you never knew, maybe someone had actually spotted something he had missed.

As the announce came and went, he learned nothing new about the creatures down south... but the bounty that they were offering as a damn fine one... and odds were good that there was still plenty of riches back south that hadn't been transported in time that could be rescued from the darkness. 

Glancing around himself for a moment to see if he could spot any other takers, his gaze fell on a young boy wearing the colors of their homeland of Rjaskav doing the same. Offering the kid a small smile, he walked over before nodding his head. "[color=f26522]Thinking of heading back south?[/color]" He offered the kid a hand to shake "[color=f26522]Artyom Barkov, ready to go for a second round with the shadowy buggers. Beats waiting around for them to get here.[/color]"

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