[color=696969][i]FortSmith... didn't think I would be back this soon.[/i][/color]

It was a normal day for the city. The sky was a clear blue, gray clouds of smoke rose up from many buildings, and the streets were as noisy and busy as ever. In one of the forge districts, a figure could be seen moving among the crowd. The figure, covered by a dark cloak and clad head to toe in armor, would have stood out like a sore thumb if the area wasn't filled with other Hunters. Many of them were here for supplies, but even more sought out prey. Hunting down Unknowns was quite popular here, for obvious reasons.

The figure continued to dart through the ground, attracting a few whispers here and there from curious bystanders. Of course, he didn't really care about what they had to say, he only cared about his own business. Someone had contacted him for a job, and this city was the meeting place. His client had contacted him anonymously, and instructed him to meet with his representatives here. Of course, he had the obvious suspicions. The client seemed sketchy, and FortSmith was quite far from his "home base", but the reward was high, too high to pass up. After several minutes, he had finally arrived at the designated meeting place. It was a local hotel, located where there was little to no bystanders or potential witnesses. The pair of hunters waiting there would then spot the figure as he approached them and asked: [color=696969]"Are you the Hunters?"[/color]