Donnel had been doing his best to lay low. Though he was here on behalf of royal business, he was still a wanted man. His armor helped make most rank-and-file not notice him, but he was all too familiar with the captains and Sargent who would recognize him simply by his equipment. It was something of a signature; a battleaxe strapped to his back and a grappling hook. The hook was easy enough to hide since he just stuffed that into a back, but his back-strapped axe was somewhat familiar since most would have it hung on their belts. Donnel liked it back strapped since he was fairly quick on the draw, and the act of drawing his axe would give him the momentum for a heavy cleaving blow. And he was certain that many of grieving widows and crying orphans would have told the guards Donnel's killer technique and, if these city guards weren't complete idiots, would already have guessed how he pulls this move off.

And thus Donnel moved through the back alleys and side roads. It worked out perfectly; he needed to familiarize himself to these paths anyways, more so if there are flesh eaters and other creatures of the night stalking these streets. Last thing he needed was to fail a hunt because he got lost. While he was used to a less urban forest, Donnel was quick to learn these routes too. And not just foot paths either; Donnel made sure to test himself climbing walls, clearing fences, and getting an idea of every nook and cranny he walked through. Not only just in case he needs to evade guards, but also chase after monsters. They'd sure be in for a surprise when they'd see someone like him, as heavily armed and armored as he was, pursuing them with the swiftness of a wolf.

Eventually by following these paths Donnel reached the Hunter's Guildhall. He had to admit, it was impressive. However he was also concerned that perhaps a public declaration of this gathering wasn't a good idea. Not because he doesn't want to fight monsters (With all the benefits that come with it) but if any of those monsters had any sense, they probably have sent spies or saboteurs here to ensure the eventual destruction of the guild. It may have seemed far-fetched, but Donnel had seen a gang he joined fall apart for this exact same reason; the fool of a chief made it publicly known that he was looking for new recruits. And lo and behold, nearly half of the recruits were actually guards and bounty hunters plotting to bring the chief in. Donnel left before that happened and wasn't surprised when he saw the chief hang. In any case, Donnel would just have to stay on his toes, as he always has.

Donnel helped himself to some wine and food as the captain of the guild spoke. He only somewhat heard his name, Drystan or something like that, and gave everyone a small speech about who they were and what they were fighting for. Donnel didn't care though. He just wanted to know what they were going to hunt down. Fortunately Drystan got to that point shortly after. [b]"Some sorta fish monster eh? Sounds easy enough."[/b] Truth be told Donnel actually wanted to sit this one out. He didn't know how to swim and didn't like the idea of fighting a monster who was great at swimming. But he wasn't going to miss out on the first job due to cowardice. Besides, the sooner he got a reputation for hunting on behalf of the guild, the sooner he may be pardoned for his former life of crime. [b]"Where do we sign up?"[/b]

It was around that time some strange woman started to advertise for her own group. Her words fell on Donnel's deaf ears however. Her speech of unity and homeland meant nothing to Donnel and he knew that she was merely looking for fodder to throw at her enemies. Donnel was once like the fools that flocked to her, deluded by the idea that perhaps he would be one of the lucky few to achieve some sort of greatness through their sacrifice. He quickly learned to stop believing that. He was more interested in what Drystan had to say since he was actually leading this hunt or at least knew where it was taking place at. Sure enough the captain had taken out a map, wrote some things down, and made it clear he was heading out to the hunt. Donnel didn't bother to read the map since he couldn't read anyways and just followed the captain. With any luck this guy wasn't a complete idiot.

Tagging along just a few feet behind the captain's posse Donnel noticed a few things. Firstly he noted the captain drinking some mysterious vial. Donnel couldn't discern much details aside that it was a green liquid; the only liquid he knew that was ever green was sludge, and he doubts that the captain had just poisoned himself. Perhaps it was a drug meant to calm his nerves? Donnel was familiar with that. His last gang in fact earned much of their reputation thanks to hallucinogenic mushrooms that made them go into a frenzied rage, where even a hundred arrows wouldn't take one of their warriors down. Donnel didn't have the pleasure to try one of those mushrooms out seeing the after effects, but he was certain that the guild could refine it into a more potent, less dangerous concoction. The second thing he recognized was the captain's attitude. Cocky, powerful, above the rabble. The exact sort of thing that Donnel hated, and why he used his considerable talent for banditry instead of joining a militia. He hoped that this man wasn't as bad as most lords he met, but he wasn't going to hold his breath. Nobility was a joke anyways.

Finally at the docks, Donnel moved to introduce himself properly. No doubt the captain may have already recognized him if he truly was part of the city guard. If nothing else, he should at least be aware of bounties and other criminals who have earned them. Even if Donnel was wearing a new mask, his axe and now revealed hook ought to make it clear enough who he was. And if Drystan didn't know, Donnel wasn't going to inform him. [b]"Name's Marauder. Not my real name obviously but I ain't got no more family to my name and I doubt you want to get too chummy with others in our line of work. With any luck though you'll be seeing a lot more of me. I'm not fisherman, but I know how to hook and reel em in."[/b] Donnel patted his grappling hook and chuckled darkly.