Zell watched her with intrest, obviously she was one of the upper level hunters and he smiled. She was pretty, and he watched her gracefull walk. Her kill was one he could not make yet, but he had tried, escaping was no option, but then falling into a ravine was not so much escaping. Yes he held his share of scars, and they showed in some places. His armor was quality, the weapon one of a great hunter. But his first weapon was anothers. So he wanted to get one himself. And his hunter knife was not so much a weapon as a tool. She was back from a hunt, so perhaps she might not...but he handed her a cup of mead. And sat where she did.<br/><br/>" Names Zell, and I was hoping you could join me in a hunt. You can keep the money, I am looking for parts."