Kodlak stolled through the streets with Grendal at his side, and she growled at anyone who even thought of suggesting her to leave. Kodlak was fully armored and walked with his staff, this was ofcourse, custom for the men of Heylin as Dae Drakken Slarr allowed them to show what they were, and what they had accomplished. Kodlak even hoped this seasons festival would end with another hunt, he had already made room among his staff to place scales and teeth, but the idea of a Dragon Hunt was all but dangerous. He not only loved the idea, but realised the seriousness of the hunt, as many mistook the task for something easy. He stopped to see a Satyr exit a shop, one that he did not know, an odd thing for a man of the wild. He approached the Satyr and extended his right hand for a handshake. "Greetings friend, I do not recognize you, which is odd, for I know most who travel these streets. I am Kodlak White-mane. It is a pleasure to make your aquintance."