[u]Stopping mid-step, Lothran turns his head to face the man along with the rest of his body. Brushing the cape out off of his sides, he rests his hands upon the hilt of kukiri like dagger and a hunter's pistol. The beady eyes of his crow mask bore into the man's head, searching for a sign of possible aggression or beasthood.[/u] "[i]What is a fellow hunter like yourself resting on a night like this, perfect for the hunt may I ask? Perhaps...[/i]" [u]His grip on the dagger and pistol tightens.[/u] "[i]My duty has finally caught up to me. Tell me, fellow hunter, what be thine purpose tonight?[/i]"