It had been a week or so since Dartega had accepted the bounty hunter contract for the wild man, Zande. How ironic, he thought, that a bounty hunter would have a price placed on their own head. Still, Dartega didn't care much for the details or the background of the contract. He needed gold to continue his mission, and it was as simple as that. Combat was all he knew, and although he was no expert tracker, the price on the contract would be more than enough to pay for new supplies and continue on his journey. 

Luckily for him, a few travellers happened to see a character that matched the description of Zande moving toward the torched wastes just a couple of days ago. At last he had a lead. There wasn't much of a trail to follow, but he thanked them for the information and carried on. Little did they know of the dark deeds Dartega had planned to carry out. 

At last, he arrived at his destination. It was no glorious place to be, but Dartega was used to this sort of environment, and of course had been to places much worse. Squinting his eyes, he scanned the area looking for his target. The smoke obscured his vision slightly, but in the distance he saw what appeared to be a human figure, sitting by a small fire. As quietly as possible, he moved to about thirty paces from the figure. 

Although he was trained to kill since he was just a boy, he was also raised by a strict code of honor and discipline. Without trying any sort of stealthy attack, he wanted to confirm that the target was who he appeared to be. If at all possible, he wished to avoid shedding innocent blood. All he really needed was a better look at the figure to match the description, and then he could carry out the contract.

[color=red]"Zande!"[/color] He called out, smoke swirling about his armored figure with flames behind him. His two demon blades, K'Girr and Bozar, were still sheathed on his back, ready to be drawn in a split second. With keen interest, he awaited the figure's reaction...