[CENTER][b][color=007236][u][h1]The Huntsman[/h1][/u][/color][/b][/CENTER]

From the moment he he set foot on the Empire's shores, the Huntsman felt as if he was being watched. Even when he was totally alone, he could always sense some kind of presence observing him. He eventually came to the conclusion that someone was using magic to keep track of him. But who? It couldn't be the Queen. The magic mirror couldn't actually show anything, only describe it. Perhaps it was one of the people he had been sent to find? He hoped so. If it was a powerful caster like the ones he had been ordered to hunt down, then such a power knowing of his presence did not bode well.

Putting these thoughts aside for the time being, the Huntsman decided to find somewhere to eat as the first faint feelings of hunger made their presence known within him. Eventually happening upon a tavern/inn/diner, the Huntsman made his way inside and was greeted by a world weary waitress. "[b][color=598527]Welcome to Mudka's Mead & Meat Hut, Home of the Mead and Meat. What'll it be?[/color][/b]"

The Huntsman opened his mouth to request a table for one and a single Mead and Meat, but a sudden flash of strange intuition changed his words. [color=007236]"A table for eight and eight Meads and Meats, please."[/color] The Huntsman said. [color=007236]"My companions will join me shortly."[/color] It was only when he was seated at his table and the waitress had gone off to process his order that the Huntsman realized that what he'd intended to say had been completely different from what he had actually said. But how could that have been? Had he just be paying incredibly poor attention to his words? Or was there something stranger afoot in the Empire of the Sun?