<div class="floatleft">(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8400/frederickmartin.jpg)</div><strong>Frederick Martin,</strong>The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella, Estelle]<br/><br/>Frederick laughed as he approached Alfreic and the screaming boy. "We're here to hunt, Alfreic. I think if you cause this girl...err, boy," and here he broke, giving the pretty lad a queer look, his brows furrowed for just a second. "In any case, the screaming will drive away the prey, don't you think?" Frederick reached down and offered Antoine a hand up. "And you, boy, try to act a bit more like a man while we're hunting, hmm?"<br/><br/>The gentleman hunter turned, and took a pair of guns from Marcus Dupont. "We have firearms, for those of you who highly regard Dementlieu ingenuity, and my fine man, Marcus, has some hunting bows for those of you who are a bit more archaic." He cleared his throat. "The morning has dragged on for quite long enough, so if you'd care to tie down your horses, and ready yourselves, we should start the hunt."<br/><br/>Nearby, Estelle and Richard were laughing at some shared joke. "Father," the younger Dupont spoke, "I think me and the lady should watch the camp, to make sure the servants set everything up properly. Start a fire. All that, yes?"<br/><br/>The gruff older man nodded his assent, and then followed Frederick Martin as he strode over towards the thick edge of the woods.