The old man had known he was following him, of course.  An old hunter like him, battle-harded and honed, was always aware of who was around him.  He didn't even flinch at the voice, didn't even turn around, just kept doggedly hobbling back to his home near the edge of town.  "Countless people.  Those who go after him don't tend to come back, you know.  But most of his victims are children, maybe one or two a month, usually around the new and full moon."  He told him, relaying information in an almost clinical manner.  He cared, of course he did, but this newcomer was a professional most likely just looking for a paycheck.  He frowned at the thought, though with his back to the knight the younger man wouldn't see it.  Damn mercenary sods, never do a good deed for nothing.<br/><br/>He paused outside his own door, finally bothering to look back and acknowledge his young shadow.  "I'll tell you where to find it, and what's more important, I'll tell you how to hurt it."  He said, reaching over to lean on the door handle so he could catch his breath a little.  "I almost got the bastard, but now... well," He laughed humourlessly "I can't go chasing after monsters when I can barely keep up with snails, can I?"