Alice
Danico begins writing as the other talks, but stops just as quick as he starts, not even half way through the others explanation. 

"Tell me, Eotum. What do you plan on doing once you find it? Do you have a plan or have you decided to just face it headstrong and deal with the outcome when it comes? If it does exist, then we will need to know it's feeding patterns, the design of its tracks, if it has any notable feeding grounds or exploitable behaviors. Having a particular hate towards humans can be used, but not if it means another man is killed."

Danico begins tapping against the table with his fingers once more, staring at the scholar across the way, sighing briefly before closing his book once more. "It is probably worth our time to hire a tracker. People are willing to do anything for coin, after all, and they'd likely be able to find this creature faster than either of us. Unless, of course, you know where it is or where to find it already?"
Cassie
"I know where it is. I remember where I last went with my fallen friends." Replied the scholar, nodding to the barmaid in thanks as she took away his food tray. "I've been observing it from afar."

"And as for my plan to capture or kill it, I have a theory. This bird is probably some kind of unholy being. And what do unholy beings hate the most? That's right; holy things."

"It seems to react to some sort of metal. I've tried silver, even some bathed in a pond under the light of a full moon, but I'm not sure about it. It didn't approach it when I placed said metal near some game, so I'm confident it's a sort of metal. I'm thinking of getting gold, but I don't have the resources."
Vanessa
The duel between chain and sickle and rapier reached its climax right after Rogh taunted Atovar. The mercenary captain wasn't at all happy to be compared to the swordsman that had been a thorn on his side ever since he drafted his ticket for a bounty he thought to be easy coin. The first time proved to be his wake up call, but he didn't stop being haunted by the warrior's skill, even after capturing his friend and companion, the shapeshifter Marsila. He focused all of his rage to the fight with Rogh and charged at the slender fighter with great speed. Rogh tried to keep him away with a throw of his sickle. He gripped the chain tightly as the length extended, but he found Atovar's parry throwing the curved blade away. Rogh swung his iron ball from right to left with a crushing momentum, but again Atovar showed superior technique in slotting the thin blade of the rapier in one of the iron rings and twisting it, making the ball lose control and follow his lunge. The needle like sword found its way to Rogh's right shoulder, piercing through it.

"What was that you said?!" Atovar screeched. "I was going to die or something by your hand?! What a fucking trashbag you have for a mouth!"

Atovar twisted the blade and pulled out. He went for another quick thrust that found its target in the left shoulder of the warrior, nearly condemning both his upper limbs. "Now, my reward!! Squeal, little piggy! Squeal for me!!" The mercenary captain laughed maniacally as he lunged the sword forward, stabbing Rogh multiple times as the chain and sickle warrior grit his teeth and tried his best not to give the sadistic man the pleasure he sought. Atovar enjoyed it most when his victims screamed and cried, and Rogh knew that well enough to contain himself. The mercenary captain grew impatient and more violent, drenching Rogh's body in his own blood with more and more carved wounds.

"Fuck you!!"

Rogh puked the words along with his own blood, dousing the torturer in red. His arms rose for a final yank of the chains, lifting the sickle off the ground and bringing it with a passion towards the nape of Atovar's neck. The sound of running chain was the warning the captain needed to dodge, barely so as he felt his left ear sliced in half before his eyes widened to the decapitation of the chain and sickle warrior by his own hand. "He... He did it on purpose...?!" Atovar sneered. No matter where he turned, there was someone ruining his fun and whisking away his victims, even if that meant suicide. In a fit of rage, he attacked one of his own men, the one closest to him, and began stabbing him until his arousal came through with the screams and squeals of begging. But release was as distant as it was close. He needed to find Marsila and finish what he started!

There was another problem brewing in Hexkrate. A problem caused by Atovar himself. He disrupted the link between the Alchemist and the rats, which made them run rampant in the sewers. The Three Heads were working hard with the crime families and factions to control the pest problem, and in some way one could say they were working with the guard, just on opposite fields of action. At that moment, the rats were contained to the sewers.