This beast had been plaguing his lands too long. Oliver was frustrated as he paced the grand hall of his castle. "I've sent my best trackers and hunters after this fiend and nothing has come about of it." He said to the enchanted mirror which was connected to his best friend, a minor Baron, Bartholomew Allen. "Barry I fear I must take matters into my own hands." He said with a heavy sigh. He had been attempting to pull back from trying to handle the woes of the Astrologia Province on his own, the Duke had many friends and underlings that could help after all. But when push came to shove, the bigger tasks like this one, must fall to the Duke's shoulders.

After suiting up in his dark green leathers, and equipping himself with his bow and enchanted arrows he set out towards the woods where the beast had last been sighted. He recalled that this beast mainly hunted at night, though its patterns made little sense for something mindless. It would rarely attack the same place twice, leaving nary a trail in its wake. He began tracking, finding ghosts of hints. "Clever thing." He whispered as he knelt down to the forest floor, then glanced up at the trees. He moved up to the branches to get a better view of the woods as a whole, wondering if his quarry even still lurked there. If it was as smart as he was led to believe, it would have moved on would it not? Still, everything needed to sleep and eat. And while it had feasted on some of his people, surely it would need rest. He continued his tracking into the deeper more tangled undergrowth. The air here was more damp, the canopy thicker casting deep dark shadows...and as the sun slowly set over the horizon he finally picked up a readable trail. No wonder none of his hunters could follow this beast, he could barely read these tracks. He quickly followed them deeper and deeper into the wood. Farther than he had ever gone in his own Province. But he would be victorious, he was always victorious.