[center][h3][color=fffc96]Andvari[/color][/h3][/center]

At first the not-yet-hunter had been quite happy about Bobby accepting him as a member of the party although the addition of 'you better be a good shot' was a rather heavy weight in his stomach. Then however it seemed that hell broke loose and that he'd have his opportunity to give his training a real world try much earlier than expected -- or hoped for.

Andvari lifted himself from his chair as quickly as possible and rushed through the crowd towards one of the smaller windows, trying to get a good view of what was going on outside. Given that it was rather dark already he couldn't see that much at first, but once his eyes had adapted a little the man could spot something. Moving... things... that definitely were no humans and thus did not belong here. In fact the more his eyes adapted the more ugly details became visible, starting from the creatures' weird constitution and ending with the wicked set of ruined teeth each of them seemed to expose. Now if those would find their way into anybody's flesh bleeding to death on the spot probably was preferrable to a slow and excruciating death due to some kind of alienating infection.

The question was: Where was his own place in his mess ? The urge to do something almost overwhelmed him, but in this case doing something could only mean to start fighting back and he wasn't equipped for that. Andvari wasn't worried about his crossbow, but much more about how he'd be able to reach it in one piece. After all he had not rented a room in this tavern, but settled down at a free spot almost on the outskirts of Seren's Folly. Now this wasn't a particularly large village, but given the hostilities unfolding on the street the distance was still much more considerable than he would have liked it to be.

Andvari opened the door until there was a gap barely large enough, took a deep breath, went through and started running as fast as he could. He wasn't exactly the quickest when it came to getting up to speed, but with his tremendous legs he could maintain a very high one. Fast enough for not getting caught by goblins who were not expecting another opponing in their frenzy, or maybe were even a little afraid of him. Still there was plenty of reason for Andvari to be happy about a door that he could slam shut right behind himself. One of the goblins who had been on the pursuit was in fact still trying to get in, frantically scratching at the wooden panels.

Inside his hut, Andvari hurried to don his armor. Most of it was studded leather, but particularly exposed parts like the area around his throat and his shoulders and also part of his breast were protected by additional light steel plating. So were his feet -- nothing fancy, but much better than going out there again in the simplest of cloth he had been wearing just before. The goblin had still not given up as his screams and scratching continued to produce very discomforting sound effects, but he had to try and concentrate on preparing his crossbow. It was a large machine of warfare, its richely decorated 'head' resembling that of a strange fish or bird as it seemed to be crying out at whatever the weapon was pointed at. The bolts were equally huge, but originally had not come with any kind of oil or silver. Andri in fact had never been able to tell his son what their tips were made of, but he had given a bunch of them a bath in molten silver so they would also work against special creatures. Not really knowing what was most effective against goblins, Andvari simply dumped all of them into his quiver and loaded the first one right away.

Now there was this door with at least one of these foul beasts in front of it. This would be a shot at point blank range, [i]hopefully[/i] impossible to miss. Slightly shaking, Andvari's hand reached for the handle in order to pull the door open abruptly. The goblin appeared to be momentarily confused about the sudden disappearance of the obstacle in its path, allowing for man opposing it to pull the trigger without making much of an effort to aim.

There was no scream, not even as much as a hissing noise caused by the bolt traveling through the air as the distance simply had been too short for it to last long enough. Part of the golbin's body was virtually ripped off and burst into a dirty-red cloud with an almost unbearable stench to it. Andvari could feel his stomach revolting as he tried to locate where the bolt had gone. It apparently had punched right through the creature and dug itself deep into the ground. Yet Andvari knew that the enormous power of this thing partly came at the cost of a rather tedious rearming procedure that'd be better started now, even if he would have preferred puking or at least getting away as fast as possible from the open carcass.

As he was preparing the next shot Andvari could see something worrying though: Wasn't that the house of Emiliah he could see over there ? He had spotted the huntress go in and out there before having met her this evening, so he knew it had to be hers. And the door was open, so goblins could go in and out or maybe already were inside. With his weapon finally at the ready again he rushed over, eager to see if everything was alright or not.