[b]Jonathan - Hunter[/b]

His words had caused their spark, he knew. It wasn't the words themselves either. It was the chilling confidence with which he had spoken them. It was like a challenge to the hubris of men. Wiser men, older men like the one that had had insulted previously, would ignore it, or maybe take it into consideration, learning more about their travelling companion. These would be those that were the most likely to endure the tempest that was his mother. The ones that would take his appearance and words as a threat, either to their manhood or their cause would be among the first to fall or worse, get those that were better than them killed. His eyes looked over the gathering, picking and choosing those that qualified to his criteria. The numbers were sadly low. He hoped, for the sake of the success of their mission, that he was wrong.

His eyes bored into the well dressed man that was talking to the elf. At least he assumed she was an elf. The church had several paintings of elves from the ancient times. but he himself had never laid eyes on one. Unless he was much mistake, few humans had laid eyes on them in the last hundred or so years. He had even tried to learn some small bits of their language from a book written entirely in their tongue that he found in the Abbot's library, but he found the wording too complex, the subtleties of the language too difficult to remember. He still recalled a few words and greetings, however.

The well dressed man moved away as the elf was summoned, moving out of the hall. The man was interesting, but Jonathan had no idea why. The man moved like a man, walked like a man, even smelled like a man, but something about him was off, something about his bearing was just a bit too confident. Maybe it was because Jonathan sensed in the man another Alpha Male and his ego demanded that he test himself against him to prove himself the greater leader. It was odd, a mystery. And Jonathan hated mysteries. He moved silently, avoiding the light as he made his way to follow Joshua.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he reacted in instinct. He had been too drawn by the odd man that he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. He spun around, seeing a servant and withholding stabbing the man through the heart with the knife that he had already drawn," Not a wise thing to touch me lad," He growled at the man," Not if you like that hand in any particular amount."

The servant took a step back, but he saw that the man had refused to be completely intimidated. How quaint," I am to escort you to your quarters for the night, sir," he said, his voice quivering gently. Jonathan nodded, sheathing his knife again and smiling. He tried to make it a pleasant smile, like the Father taught him, but it was hard. He watched the servant shiver at the sight," This way please."

Night was falling, and he was sure they were lighting the fireplace in his room already. He would rectify that.

They arrived at the room and the servant held the door open for the Hunter, but as he saw the fire already lit in the room, he took a step back," Put the fire out, and any candles in there. I will wait out here until you do," His voice was annoyed, almost growling, looking around himself, hoping that he was alone. His eyes caught to someone far along in the corridor, looking into another room. He growled again and looked away.