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Cassius thought back on his employer, a Mr. Woodard, who was a less than pleasant man, but his coin was just as good as any other and he never turned down a job when the pay outweighed the distaste he had. Despite the conflicting rumors that were swirling around the so-called "Woodard Plantation Monster," and the lack of luck from other prospective hunters, he'd gladly taken the job. Unfortunately beyond said rumors there was precious little information about the thing. Rumors weren't good enough to track down a beast of this caliber, but that hadn't stopped him before and it wasn't about to. His best bet would be to head towards the plantation and see what information he could gather from workers and nearby residents.

He moved along with the flow of people moving towards the Cropland Pass, thankful that most people moved out of his way, considering the "when" and not "if" that Mr. Woodard had used in his conversation about the job. He had a fairly good reputation, but he was unsure if that was desperation or respect coming from the man. He pulled the pack on his shoulders a bit higher, clanking the silver and gold arm guard, before dropping his hand onto the hilt of one of his swords at his side. The familiar weight was comforting as he tracked the haunted eyes of the people walking the opposite direction.

He kept a close eye on the dozens of people walking back and forth along the road; occasionally tuning into a conversation to see if there might be anything of value to learn. As the woman dragged a haggard looking man past him chattering about jobs; he clocked the mention of the Woodard Plantation. A frown pulled at his face as he considered the implications of the rumors spreading outside the Croplands; perhaps his employer had a right to be as concerned as he was.

As their voices faded away and he returned his attention to the crowds noticing a few people that stood out, namely a young man with a hoe on his back, must be a farmer of sorts, and a young lady who appeared to be travelling alone; which wasn't the best idea. Especially with all the beasts and vagrants that liked to wander the lands. Speaking of vagrants, he scowled at the two scruffy looking men that leered at several young women walking the road; but as long as they didn't cause any trouble. As he had the thought and prepared just to walk by he saw them push off their spot by the gate. He paused for a moment, stepping a bit to the side so people could move around him, to see where they went. 

His grip on the pommel of his sword tightened as they approached the young lady he'd seen and grabbed onto her arm. He went to step towards the pair when the same young man he'd seen walked up to confront them. He thought about walking away, continuing to look into the actual job he had, but something kept him from turning away. He took the few strides needed to step up beside the man in blue; standing just a bit taller with arms crossed over his chest.

[color=00a99d][b]"I'd also be interested in knowing what's going on,"[/b][/color] he kept his cold gaze fixed on the man holding onto the girl's arm, [color=00a99d][b]"Nothing untoward I hope."[/b][/color]