Vyseras eyes glared over at the irritating familar voice. "You think you have me all figured out in that head if yours Dog, but you only know a tiny fraction of a longer story." Vysera smiled and looked over at his weapon sensing the heavy magic on it then a thought appeared in her mind "I can see it now, the snow you had on your clothes earlier, Your from Leianne arent you? Ha!" She let out a small laugh "Its been years since I've been out there, how is dear Queen Elaine? Oh my apologizes I forgot she passed just a few days ago I was curious on when she would finally go the King couldn't stand the Demon Harlot" Vysera laughed again "It brings tears of joy to my eyes and a good laugh thinking about it, truth be told I wish I was there to see it." She gave a final wave before her body disappeared and only a raven flew into the air and headed out of the city.

Bjørn gave the woman a chilling smile, before speaking. "It’s true that I am from what you know call Leianne, although I’m from up further north. I visited Chetrem, about three hundred years ago, when it was nothing more than just a small town, Edeas wasn’t even a thing back then. But answer me this, you have heard legends and myths surrounding the Demon Queen's champion, the Butcher of Vallara, yes? Tales are still spoken about the warrior who once faced an entire army of a thousand men, leaving the battlefield a mass grave of corpses. Some say he was a god in mortal form, others say he was simply a man who ran from every fight, others say he was as powerful as in the legends, but was like every other human, and he grew old and died off in some secluded land miles away. A popular one is that he never existed, and was simply a construct created by the Demon Queen, an extension of her will and power, but the one I quite like the most is that he’s still alive and just as dangerous as before, if not more so when he mysteriously vanished from Leianne one night, and he never had a name in the first place, only a title and nothing more." He let out a deep rumbling laugh, watching as she took the form of a raven and flew away. "A witch, eh? No, her aura isn’t that of a witch, not entirely. Human parentage then, with that white power ringed around her aura." Bjørn said calmly as he put the whetstone away, and placed the greatsword in its scabbard.

Alvar arrived just after tge headhuntress disappearence; he calmly approched Bjorn and said "Hello, i didn't have a way to thank you fir that ale back in the tavern,but allow me to present mtself Alvar Dragonborn , a pleasure to meet you"

"Bjørn Mækir." He rumbled back, looking at the nearly invisible form of the raven as it got more distance between himself and it. "'Sides, only gave you the ale because that’s how guys work out any possible issues before they arise." He turned to look at Alvar, and spoke in a calm voice. "We both know that in a straight up fight, we are equal in different skill paths, which inevitably cancel out any advantages in physical or magical prowess and strength. We are both equally capable of permanently putting each other down, so the wise thing was to send an ale your way, I’d rather not fight you if at all possible. I’m not a coward, I just don’t really have the time, nor the current mindset to come out of that fight as the guy who was in the right." He looked down the sword he had pulled from its scabbard and now lay in his hands, it was elegant yet simple at the same time, the craftsmanship of the blade was next to flawless and unmatched by any weapons except for those crafted by races long dead who had intimate knowledge about the ways of metal working that more resembled art than it did crafting armour and weapons. The hilt of the blade was covered in tally marks, so much so that it almost threatened to spill over to the rest of the beautiful blade. "Are you aware of the fate of the Demon Queen, Elaine? It would be impossible for another of her kind to not hear the news of her death, and before you ask how I know, you reek of sulfur. I don’t know why you demons have never heard of bathing, it would help mask your scent." He rumbled as he wrinkled his nose when the breeze shifted towards him. "I’m about a stones throw from grabbing you by your armour and launching your ass into the waterways, although that might just end up making the whole city smell of sulfur instead of wiping away your scent."

"I perfectly understand your point of view as i also prefer to avoid combat when possible,and i agree with yor tactical analysis it seems that you are very experienced"Alvar admires for a few second the magnificent sword, trying to figure out its possible origin. Then after he talk about tge fate of Elaine he said "Yes i heard about her..departure, it caused quite the buzzing back in Hell, eventhought for the moment i prefer distance myself from Hell politics" as Bjorn spokes about his scents , Alvar chuckles a bit and says "oh believe we know about bathing and we also try our best to mask the scent, but not all demons smell like sulfur, for example tge Sex Demons smell like poppy, and i'm also pretty sure that a normal human wouldn't be able to percieve my smell,this tells me that you have an heritage of some magical creatures" Alvar says smiling

"I started out as human, then Elaine ordered me to clear out a den of Wolves. One of the bastards got lucky and managed to sink his teeth into my arm, and nearly moments after an ancient vampire lord bursts into the den, and guess who was the unlucky son of a bitch to get bitten again?" Bjørn rumbled as he showed the spot on his neck where there was a faded scar of a bite mark, and one on his forearm with a much larger scar. "I’m a hybrid, and as such I get the benefits of an extremely long lifespan, enhanced strength, form of a werewolf, but multiple traits of a vampire. No aversion to sunlight, I get good nights of sleep, which might have something to do with my people when they have offerings to the old gods, as each generation became stronger than the last. Probably had something to do with them being wiped out, we were powerful warriors who were capable of taking on fifty men for one of our own, but I wasn’t there when my village was burned to the ground, and my people slaughtered by some up and coming king." Bjørn gave Alvar a faint smile. "Blood ran through his streets that day when Elaine gave me permission to take revenge, so with a small band of her Elite, we burned his small kingdom to ashes."

(Not letting this be forgotten like the last one.)

"Wow you had an interesting life eh? Well to be honest also i started as a regular human then..let just say that i'm adhering to my part of the contract"

Bjørn barked out a laugh at that, getting out two bottles of ale from his bag, an unfamiliar brand from far up north. "Arcturian Frost Ale, have a bottle." He said as he tossed one to Alvar before opening his own, the bottle suddenly coating with frost and wisps of cold coming out of the mouth of the bottle. "Demons, they’ll always find a way to screw you over, which is why I avoided any orders and jobs that sounded like contracts when I was working for Elaine. I’d rather not damn my immortal soul for all eternity." Bjørn took a pull from his bottle, sucking in his breath before letting out a short cough. "This stuff will put some hair on your chest for sure."

Alvar tooks the ale and open it up and drink a sip , causing him a little caugh "Men this thing is Ice Cold , did you took this from the frozen lakes of Hell ? It sureltmy cold like that" then aftee another sip he says " Yeah and things tends to become more complicated as times go by , but well i'm content with my situation for now. Tell me why you come here of all places ?"

"No, this is just some damn good ale brewed by who I think are the best at this art. Some ingredient they put into it makes it turn ice cold when the bottle is opened, it’s also the strongest ale I’ve ever had the honour of tasting." Bjørn said before taking another pull, sucking air between his teeth as the ale burned on the way down. "And I’m nothing more than a wandering warrior now, an old legend known by few and regarded as long gone by the rest of the world, for better or worse, I’m a ghost now. As for why I came here? I have no fucking clue right now, maybe some subconscious thought that has yet to surface in my mind has the answer, but so far I just came here to stock up on supplies and retrieve a whetstone I entrusted to a blacksmith's family a long time ago."

Black feathers fell down onto the forest floor and Vysera looked around and up at the sky, seeing the sunlight peek through the thick trees, she continued walking down a path until coming into a clearing The clouds rolled in above her head as she took notice of hanging cages in the tallest trees, the area stood silent until her head turned at just the right moment to dodge an arrow flying across her face only to leave a minor graze. Vysera smirked and unsheathed her daggers tossing one up in the air and catching it back and forth while slowly moving herself in a circle and eyeing the trees until four more arrows came from either side of her so she dodged out of the way, possibly more than one target? She thought at seeing a shadow move from canopy to canopy making her release into a full sprint towards the base of the tree, quickly claiming up its branches hearing the loud footsteps and vibrations across she moved her right hand in a wide arc to come back and shove her dagger straight into the mans stomach hearing his groans she pulled it out and kicked him down then more arrows fired at Vysera but this time they were lit on fire "Come on out Yuel, let's end this quickly I have two more contracts behind you.." she huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, "You only have yourself to blame." Another arrow hitting her in the shoulder, she cursed under her breath, then looked up, seeing the arrow fire into one of the cages above hurling it downwards on top of her yet she managed to roll away then the cage set ablaze burning the entire ground. The fire crawling up her back as she climbed another tree moving into the cool air across her face only to be tackled behind herself dropping both of her daggers Vysera eyed the enemy in her face readying herself as the first swing missed her head then she grabbed their arm and neck, sending them straight into the dirt, a loud crack of bones echoed through and screams followed after as an arm shouldn't be bent in that direction and she crawled to her dagger and quickly swiped across their neck. She huffed loudly attempting to catch her breath and seeing Yuel step from behind the tree "Having trouble little bird?" The man said with a smirk "Are my soldiers too much for you or are you just that weak?" She laughed and spit onto the floor "I just wanted to have some fun, it's too easy completing such contracts so I wanted to challenge myself." Vyseras smile changed to a frown as her body fell to the ground, she groaned clenching the dead leaves and dirt into her hand as Yuel crouched down in front of her "Poison fire arrows, your not the most tactful little bird." He grabbed her chin and lifted it to meet her icy blue hues and she gave another smile as black fog began to accumulate around them "And you are not the brightest." Yuel frowned and stood up backing away from the woman as eerie laughs emitted from the fog and only the sight of her eyes glowing through them, vines entangled his legs and tightly gripped themselves around his arms with his eyes widening at the unknowable sight and one loud scream that flowed through the forest and abruptly ending with the fog dissipating only a stone statue lay there of what was left of Yuel, a tormented face and hands reaching upwards to block whatever he didn't want to come closer and a black crow perched on top of his head cawing before flying away leaving its midnight feathers behind.

(Jesus i wrote a novel.)

One of Bjørn's ears twitched and he looked in the direction where the half witch flew off to, frowning slightly. "Some poor bastard just met a rather unsavoury end, judging by the faint scream of pure terror and fear I just heard." He said after taking a short pull from his bottle, grimacing slightly as the alcohol burned his throat, then gestured at Alvar with his bottle. "But why are you here, demon? I realize your kind likes to make deals with fools and desperate idiots, but Chetrem and Edeas aren’t exactly good places to find high reward deals, risk outweighs the rewards."