Henry
Lucien observed the combination of their attacks and how it massacred the owlbear promptly. The hooded man then took notice of her glow, as well as the armor that manifested from it.

Moonlight gave better view of his face. It was void of any flaws, as were those of elves. An unfazed stare contrasted the hawk-like shady irises. His sharp jawline created a more masculine look.

He bowed faintly as she spoke before responding.
*"Good evening. I'm just out here for a hunt, when I saw a fine lady struggling with beasts. It's only now that I've gotten closer, that I could tell that 'struggling' was not the case."* He chuckled. The man spoke in a soft growl, eloquent in intonation.
The cloaked one approached the fallen creature and reclaimed his weapons. 

After scraping the blood off, he sheathed them on his body. Where exactly was unclear, given that his cloak covered most of his figure. In the meantime, his sword remained by the side, carried by the shadows that were an additional pair of arms.

Despite her light indicating a possible attack, he didn't flinch or react. He seemed to have trusted her, blindly so, to not attack him. Or was he that confident in his ability to counteract? Naught was sure - naught but the lack of hostility focused towards her even with the energy he emanated.

Eventually his aroma caught up to her. A sweet lavender scent, one that had the quality to calm others, spread around his vicinity. He stood up as the demonic aura lost its intensity. A charming smirk came from him once he asked his question.
*"And you? You're burning these things to bits, you're not collecting them for a bounty. Judging by the way you handle them... You here to blow off some steam?"*
Jose
*The man seemed to not be hostile. For now. The dark aura was replaced by an almost sweet one, calming her down slightly. The elf seemed to be rugged, another hunter, yet his face was as perfect as a brand new sword. Smooth, pretty, but also dangerous. Katherine knew what lay underneath his blood just from his eyes.*

*He seemed to be polite as well, though whether that was genuine or deception had to be figured out elsewhere. The armored woman lowers her hand, the glow fading. Her helmet falls back to reveal a pretty face, a bit pale, but full with color. Her hair is a dark mix of indigo and black, but a single gray streak can be seen. Sets of 2 markings that look almost like pine needles make a triangular pattern on her cheeks and forehead.*

"Thank you. You've guessed correctly. It's better to take it out on things that deserve it. Owlbears have no business living near people."

*Katherine let him reclaim his weapons, but shifts a single leg backwards, creating a sort of angle.*

"Now, please answer my question. Who are you?"
Henry
*"Ah, you wanted to know my name? It is Lucien, Lucien D'arcy. I assume it doesn't ring a bell, for I am no diplomat or poet to be recognized. If it does you the honor to know, there it is. In that case, what would your name be?"* He raised a curious brow. The man didn't approach her, yet outstretched his hand for a shake. As far as she was concerned, he had sheathed his weaponry, save for the odachi that was too long to carry through other means.

*"I can see that you are wary of my movements, as anyone should be around a stranger. However, might I remind you where I made my entrance from? Could I not have ambushed you in stead of the beast, especially when you were distracted with it?"* He pondered, as well-spoken as before. *"I assume a shake of hand won't kill you."* Lucien jested teasingly. He gave her a once over, eyes piercing through all of her appealing features. The elf seemed impressed, her strike of grey hair only being a fancy touch in his opinion. His tone carried on as soft as before, even bearing a coquettish essence. It felt natural, however, not as if it was intended for her specifically.

Lucien awaited for his hand to be shaken, in a composed fashion. His upright posture didn't twitch, neither did his face. His eyes, after having observed her apparel and expression, remained locked with hers.
Jose
*Lucien D'arcy. Didn't seem familiar.*

"Katherine. Katherine Vayne."

*Katherine raises her hand to shake Lucien's. Her grip is firm, perhaps a bit __too__ firm, and he can feel leather on the palm side of the gauntlet.*

"Perhaps. Though manipulation is another possibility."

*The armored macen studies the newfound elf, her eyes fierce. He certainly looked good, though she wasn't particularly attracted. What really put her off though was the fact that his eyes had been pitch black. If she needed to though, she could obliterate him with a single spell; ebony vampires were particularly weak to fire.*

"I can understand that. What brings you out here, Lucien?"
Henry
His grip was firm as well, matching her harshness in response. He smirked and bowed his head once she introduced her own name, be it a fabricated one or a genuine. 

*"Ah, yes indeed. The dark hooded man that comes at night and charms the helpless lady before making her his victim. I assume the stereotype fits in a tad too smoothly for you to not be alert, no?"*

He turned and cleared his throat while he approached the tree besides them. The elf squinted his eyes after pushing his messy hair out of the face. His hand glided over the bark.

*"I'm looking for someone..."* He mumbled under his nose quietly, focused on the task at hand. After a sharp inhale, he raised his voice. *"Say, Katherine."* He spun. *"You haven't happened on a vampire around here by any chance, have you? You know, the blood sucker fellows? I assume you're not one - despite your pale-ish skin. You wouldn't have the strike of grey in your hair. Only way you could be a vampire with that color on your head is if you were a fledgling, which I highly doubt judging by your spell's power."*
Jose
*Katherine lets out a small huff. Lucien seemed a bit __too__ formal for her liking.*

*His next comment surprised her, and the macen tilts her head. He was obviously an ebony vampire, yet he was searching for one. Immediately, she's on alert, even more so than she already is. Either he was searching for a cult, to build allies, or he was hunting them. It reminded her of... Herself. A hunter, slaying beasts and vampires alike, yet was inflicted with the curse. Then, used that curse to familiarize themselves on how to hunt them.*

*The one thing they differed in was their usage. Katherine never used her vampiric power unless she was in dire situations; she hated the feeling of it, as it grew stronger every time she had used it. It was far more of a burden than a power; Lucien seemed to be able to use this power. His dark magic could easily be associated with vampirism, especially with his strain. Fighting fire with fire seemed to be his strategy.*

"No, I haven't seen any around. May I ask why? And how do you know so much about them?"