[@Zelosse]

As Artos stared into the flowing river below, the sound of boots hitting the ground followed by a slight jingle could be heard from behind. The air grew chilly, and snow began to fall in the area. Something that probably wouldn't impede Artos by much.

[color=ed1c24]"You... I've tracked you for months now since you began your journey from [i]our[/i] homeland."[/color] Said a deep voice. [color=ed1c24]"Now that I've caught you there is no escape."[/color]

The voice came from a large burly man. He looked over 60 years old and roughly 6'3 with his black winter jackboots on. He had fair skin, with a impressively large snow white beard that covered a good portion of his face. He wore rimless spectacles, and a red stocking cap with a white fur trim and poofy fur ball at the end upon his head. On his torso he was adorned with a large heavy scarlet coat lined with white fur. He wore matching red trousers kept up by a wide belt with a gold buckle. The last striking thing about him was his brown sack attached to his back. It was slung around his right shoulder like a backpack, the strap adorned with golden bells. 

The man reached back behind him and into his sack, grasping something with thick black winter gloves. He then pulled forth a large ornate two handed battle axe. The sack was clearly some sort of magic inventory item. 

[color=ed1c24]"PREPARE TO TASTE DEATH! AHHHHHHHHH!"[/color] The man boomed, letting out an battle cry as he stampeded towards Artos. The outburst could be described as both frightening and oddly jolly at the same time. He wildly flung his head around and around as he charged, causing the fur ball of his stocking cap to swing around like a helicopter or a flail. He only let up his battle cry once he reached Artos' range and swung the long axe at him diagonally with incredible strength.