"Whats this I hear about a group of trolls?" A voice rang out from behind the board. There was a brief scuffling sound before a man perched himself atop the structure and grinned down at the others. This shirtless man, with long dreaded hair, and an intricate series of tattoos running from his forearm to his breast, marred by a single vertical gash, was none other than Mateiu Baila, one of the many hunters that called this village home. Mateiu leaned forward, looking for all the world as if he would fall at any moment, yet miraculously he managed to defy gravity with relative ease. Mateiu was decently known within the community, especially amongst the hunters thanks to the fact that he ran the local hot springs late at night, a place where many hunters went to unwind after a long trip. The hunter's eyes glittered with excitement, "Come come, tell me. Are they wreaking havoc? How many are there?", he asked eagerly. It had been a bit over a week since Mateiu had hunted last, and needless to say, he longed for the thrill of the hunt.