[b]Jonathan - Hunter[/b]

It wasn't as if he could help his keen hearing. He just hear everything, and it remained there, lodged in his head until it was duly processed and chucked out. He didn't like listening to the random ramblings of the boring people around him. He just had to. The church demanded that he hunt with this group, and so hunt he would. But he would do his best to ignore everyone and everything as best he could for as long as he needed to until the fun began. He couldn't kill humans without just cause anyways, but imagining them being maimed and tortured at his hands were a great consolation.

He ignored the older man as he entered, munching on some small buns that were filled with something sweet and strawberry-like, and sipping the drink that he had been handed. It wasn't quite as strong as liquor, but it was stronger than wine, and far sweeter. Mead, he determined. Yes, it had hints of honey in it. He had never tasted the drink himself, but had heard enough about it to recognize the taste.

His head flickered around as a voice called out above all others, if only because it was muttered into a goblet, to himself, hidden from the rest. He smiled, as he had been waiting for something like this. He had eaten to his fill already, and being content was not a comfortable state for him to be in.

"And I suppose that you are here to make things all right again, Grey One? Aren't you a bit too... elderly to be hunting something monstrously large as the Shade? Shouldn't you be curled up beside some old fireplace reading some book as your grandchildren play at your old and rotting feet?" He grinned again, and, even without the mask, it was still a gruesome sight.