Robert
*The sky was pitch black, with no moon to light the sky. A dark figure roamed the roads of the small town. However, Zed was not looking for victims to kill. That was for later. He needed salt, as he accidentally contracted food poisoning. He was hungry, and needed salt to purge the illness. He decides to just take it from a nearby house, and jumps through the window of a random building*
Charley
_Almann had made the journey from New Salvainia and was running out of supplies. The snobs at the higher markets didn't open until noon, and the lower markets of Shasaek don't open until sun up. With a lantern in one hand, and the reigns of his rouncey in the other, he attempts to find an inn to stay at, no doubt there were some still open. He'd find food in the morning. Almann currently has some useless spices he's appraised. Most don't fetch but a few coppers per half kilo, the more expensive stuff is farmed and hoarded by the local aristocrats in their fiefs. He'll stick to tinkering and making jewelry and other things. Perhaps this city would present a profitable business venture..._
Robert
*The window shatters as Zed crashes against it, glass flying inward. Turns out it's a house. Whoops. There is a young man getting ready for bed, when he sees Zed crash through the window and screams. Zed simply picks him up and throws him out the window, which is on the 2nd floor. He heads to the kitchen, where hopefully there is salt*
Charley
_Instantly the rouncey reacts to the breaking of the glass, snorting in displeasure of the shrill noise. Almann turns to the direction of the noise and directs the light towards the suspected house. As he does this, he sees a man fly out of the broken window and hit the cobbles._

_"Dead? Probably."_

_Almann calmly makes his way to the unmoving body of the man._

_"Yeah, he's dead."_

_Almann hears the smaller bells of the local guard and sees them far in the darkness. He turns back to the broken into house and unsaddles his horse. He ties her to a nearby post outside of a local tavern and returns to the broken into abode as the guards show and begin shouting at him. Almann points to the broken window and the guards begin banging on the door while the others begin questioning Almann._
Robert
*Zed finally makes it to the kitchen, with a few screams and a lot of blood from the family along the way. A wife and an older couple are now dead on the stairs. Too bad. He looks around the cabinets, and finds it. Salt! He pours some into a cup of water, drinks it and proceeds to throw up into the sink, expelling his food poisoning. Finally. He can now hear the guards banging on the door. Guess they have to die too. He climbs back up to the 2nd floor and jumps out, throwing a knife at a guard questioning Almann in the process and landing on another guard's helmet*
Charley
_Almann's eyes are quite accustomed to night hunting. The steppe elves of the Silnaran Khanate were excellent night hunters. They taught him well. He would clearly make out the shape of the beastkin._

_"A cat? A dangerous cat."_

_He jerks the dagger out of the guard's skull. It's obviously well crafted and well used. He could take a wild guess as to what line of business this dagger sees most of it's use in. Just in case as he makes his back to his rouncey while looking at the knicks and marks in the blade and simultaneously glancing at the cat-man murdering the guards. He could definitely fix this, perhaps make it sharper and stronger than before. Though the metal itself was strange, a quick appraisal is all that's needed for him to understand the weapon better. He quickly uses Magical Appraisal on the dagger as he stands next to his horse._
Robert
*Zed proceeds to absolutely massacre the guards using his claws and serrated blade. When he's done, 6 guards are dead, and one is left standing.* "You go. Tell your people about the Terror of the Night." *He licks some blood off his blade* "Or I'll just eat you if you stay" *The scared guard runs off, leaving only Almann.* "Now who are you? A macen? All alone at night? Now, I need that knife back, or it's going to end up in you"
Charley
_Almann looks up at the 'Terror in the Night'_

"Terror of the Night huh? I find names are much more terrifying than titles. How often do you maintain this dagger? Where'd you get it? I'm Almann Jek of the Moluinwur Steppes, beastkin, looking for a place to stay, and business to be had. I'd be willing to refurbish this dagger for free if you'd like. Refurbishing weapons and armor is a profitable trade... A trade I happen to be adept in. The dagger can me refurbished in front of you of course, I have all my tools here on me."

_He continues to run his finger along the spine of the blade, assessing if it's bent after hitting and proceeding to go through bone._
Robert
*Zed grins at the man. He doesn't seem to have any real reaction to having a bunch of guards murdered in front of him. Interesting.* "You are an interesting man. Perhaps you can be useful rather than just food." *He yanks back the dagger as it has a rope attached to it* "I do sharpen them occasionally, normally on the bones of my victims. If you can provide useful however, I do have coin"
Charley
_Almann shrugs. The steppes are unforgiving, it wasn't uncommon for men to challenge eachother for their honor in market places and gut eachother in an area ring made up of on lookers._

"Bones aren't good for sharpening, beastkin."

_He pulls out a whetstone and waggles it_

"These, however, made from the finest ceramic from New Salvainia. They aren't that heavy, and they sharpen a mean blade. I'll be around Shasaek for a while. If you are interested in business come and find me."

_He tosses the whetstone to the beastkin. A customer who seems to work a lot will also provide plenty of business. Should he have connections to others of his type of work he could also bring in similar business._
Robert
*Zed tilts his head. The man was apathetic, crazy or brave, but judging from the way he spoke, he didn't care about the guards. He would look more into Almann. But now, he had other things to do. He decapitates a guard and proceeds to remove art the flesh from the skull, including the internal organs inside such as the eyes and brain. When he is done, he raises up the skull in pride, leaves it one the ground and stabs one of the guards sword into it. He dips his serrated blade into a nearby pool of blood and writes "Beware the Terror of the Night" On the house wall, and proceeds to stalk back into the night*