[Center][H2][color=662d91]Ysran[/color][/h2][/center]

Well, that was easy. Getting into the group was easy enough, though his other two problems might need more time. Though now was a time to follow the trail once more. The Axe Man, Alberich, began singing in the most guttural, strange tone he'd ever heard. Best to ignore it. The road was long, but not lonely, and eventually, a small village came into view.

This was... not what he was expecting. A feel of immense dread hung over the village. Several Graves were erected around, and several parting gifts  laid on them. Two men of significantly different ages stood at the center of the town, as a large gathering dispersed. One an old man, likely the leader, and a young boy with a cooking pot on his head. Oh boy.

From what he could hear, it sounded like there were search parties sent out to find someone, or multiple someones. Or perhaps an ancient artifact? He'd definitely be into that. The boy with the pot pointed at the group. [color=darkblue][i]"What about them? I'm sure they'll do the job for is!"[/i][/color]

Ysran walked towards the two. [color=662d91][i]"Well, that depends on who or what you're looking for. Don't worry, I heard you from back there. These ears are for more than just show. I'd be willing to help you, but I don't know about the rest of my party."[/i][/color]