Ace grunted at the answer, a little annoyed that the others didn't know anything more than him. He should have expected that, but he had hoped he would be able to get more information once he reached his destination. Of course, it only meant that he would have to wait a little more to find out what this hunt was about. But, like he had thought from the moment he decided to go all the way to the Boar's Belly, he didn't care if the employer was real or not, didn't care if the hunt truly existed or not. He had other interest bigger than the money offered. The simple hunt. And, if he hadn't been able to find the other two guys who would be accompanying him, or if he reached the King's Road and there was nothing out of the ordinary, he knew he could always find another contractor in it, or maybe find himself a truly big hunt. Because he was in need of it. His last challenge, last true challenge, had been too long ago, and he was starting to feel restless again. The 'competition', at least in the village he had been in, had been deplorable, and had failed to be provided with an enjoyable challenge. He did think, though, that the hunt would give it to him.<br/><br/>But what he didn't think this job would be was simple. Straightforward, maybe, but, if his hunch was right, definitely not simple.<br/><br/>Ace couldn't help but chuckle at the rude interruption of Crusty when the other suggested they introduced themselves. The dark haired man seemed annoyed by it, and although Ace could barely notice it in his face, it was there. And he supposed that meant the other was very, very annoyed. He supposed. The mercenary didn't know the other well enough to know if he was really a man that didn't let emotions show easily, but he could always guess. As he watched Crusty leave the Boar's Belly interior, he chuckled again, this time to himself. Yes, Crusty was indeed very fitting. Crusty, the Annoying, Lord of Shitty Moods. Ace kept smiling, wondering how much he could annoy the other by constantly calling him Lord or Your Highness. Or Crusty, if he was feeling friendly enough.<br/><br/>His attention was brought back once again to the man who was still with him as he began to talk to him. He made a mental note of trying to see how much he could get away with until Crusty finally snapped. He would have plenty of time to do so. For now, he turned back to the man in front of him raising an eyebrow, a mix of amusement, disbelief and annoyance in his face.<br/><br/>"Well, I highly doubt he will 'warm up' even if we shove a torch up his ass." Ace shrugged, knowing his speech was very contrasting with Caine's, but not really caring. "More importantly, though, you call me Ser once again and I assure you, you won't sleep again during this hunt. Save the formalities for Your Highness over there." he said, with a quick movement of his head towards the door, choosing not to get overly annoyed with the other, yet. This Caine seemed like a tolerable person, and if he needed to travel with Crusty, he surely would need someone tolerable to stay that way. "You can call me Ace." he shrugged again. "I kill things and I'm still alive. And as you so kindly said, my looks are indicative enough of what I am." he wasn't very comfortable when people talked about his scars on his face. Yes, he didn't mind the looks. But words were something else, and sometimes they stirred something inside him he wasn't sure he wanted to come to the surface.<br/><br/>Shoving the thoughts away, Ace approached his former seat again, hopping up on it, his body leaning forward as he rested his elbow in his tight, placing his chin on his hand. For a second, he just looked at Caine. There was definitely something formal in him, in the very way he simply stood, but there was also something that didn't allow Ace to decide if he was being made fun of or not. Truth be told, he would rather the other was mocking him than having to put up with way to much formality during their time together. Regardless of the answer, though, this 'thing' still interested him, in a different way that Crusty did.<br/><br/>"So, the King's Road." Ace began, a friendly smiling forming. It was rare, but he would indulge himself. It had been a long day. "Know anything about it? Other than what everyone knows, of course." it was a famous road, after all. But only those who walked its path could truly said they knew it. It was big, broad, perhaps the best of the whole kingdom, and definitely the best Ace had ever walked on. The clear stones were clean, considering the amount of things that walked their ways on it every single day. It was a bright road, one that could not offer any real danger at all, even as the stars shone brightly above it.<br/><br/>Until one walked over the bridge.<br/><br/>It was an old, very old bridge, the initial part of the left branch of the King's Road. While the right one was walked by many, the left was for the few eyes that dared to cross the bridge. Ace had seen with his eyes the monsters that lived there, and felt in his skin their power. And more than that, he had lived between them. It still sent shivers down his back, to even think about it. Monsters there were not only beasts, but also humans. Few villages could survive on this part of the road, and those who could were forever corrupted by the hard life. Even Ace didn't like this branch of the Road, although he had much more personal reasons for such feeling. Memories he would rather forget forever. He had gone there only once after he left his home, and the kill had been the most satisfying one he had in all his life. And yet, he preferred to stay away from the King's Road.<br/><br/>If he was lucky enough, their hunt would be on the right branch. If not... Well, it would definitely be the best hunt of his life. He could deal with the memories.