Ronan had made his journey from his mountain tribe village of Rakan in the northern part of the region and brought a trio of young, inexperienced tribal hunters with him. The long trek down the mountain and through frigid forests and finally through to a lush green area that surrounded the Hunter Village, had tired the group out and they required rest anywhere they could get it. Ronan noticed an inn near the entrance of the town and decided it would be best to check in there. He carried news of great importance and needed to pass it on to whoever was in charge in the Hunter's Village. "Go get us some rooms in the inns, I must speak to the village elders." Ronan spoke is the native tongue of his tribe to the rest of his men before he left to go to the Elder's house. The beauty of the plants around him made him feel at ease, though very out of place, the warmth here was more than he was used to.
As he approached the Elder, a sense of dispair hit him... What if his tribe was already crushed by now? What if they couldn't stop the great Ice Dragon before it destroyed the whole village? There was a certain sense of urgency about this quest, but the perilous journey proved to be too much for some of the men he brought with him, as he had left the village with six tribesmen and only arrived with three. Monsters awaited every turn and creatures of the night stole away those who were too easily charmed. Only the strong survived and Ronan doubted the strength of his remaining tribesmen. An old man stepped forth from the hut and greeted Ronan with kind words.
"Ah, if it isn't the Prodigy Hunter from Rakan. Welcome Ronan Asher, it is a sure pleasure to see you in these times of conflict. What brings you here? More trade goods perhaps?" The Elder spoke to him cheerfully, then turned to a face that was much less gleeful as Ronan spoke, "I'm afraid not, sir. I bring terrible news from my people, a Great Ice Dragon that has yet to be named has attacked out tribe and appears to have attacked other mountain tribes aswell. We fear it will be settling into the mountain to produce young and to make it's home. I have been sent to give you word of these happenings and to gather a group of skilled hunters to aid me in seeking vengence for my slain brothers and sisters." Ronan was silent for a time while he watched the Elder ponder, wondering if the old man would give him an answer.
"Go back to the inn, surely there will be hunters there soon enough. Perhaps they will help you in your quest." The old man spoke and returned to his tought as he returned to his hut, pondering the implications of a dragon nesting in the north.Ronan removed his helmet and sighed, looking around him before making back to the inn. It would be a long night and perhaps a longer wait for people to help him out, but it had to be done.
Once he arrived at the inn, He noticed a man in a strange armor looking around the inn. Ronan also noticed the man was carrying weapons with him, which brought him to the conclusion that this man must be a hunter of some sort. "Excuse me, sir... May I have a word?": He called out to Garsin in an attempt to talk to him about his plight.