Cadell is not a sociable man.

The kingdom is a loud one, busy and bustling, never silent for a moment before some street vendor shouts into the sky advertising their wares. Being a bounty hunter means hiding in the shadows, operating in the gaps that people don't see - but still, Cadell gets no reprieve from the constant noise.

Except for now. Sat by a campfire at a ledge overlooking the valley, his breath fogs the cool night air. Faint scars shine on his cheek and neck, his beard in need of a trim. His axe remains by his side, but she's still for once, clean and shining.

The camp is an odd place, hidden away in the mountains, known only to those that seem to need it. It's usually empty, hidden away in the mountains, but occasionally a warrior or adventurer will take rest in it. Tonight, you two are it's lucky inhabitants.

Cadell ignores you for a little while, reluctant to speak, but for whatever reason his tongue is looser tonight.

"You're new." He says bluntly, his voice rough and deep in his chest. He scratches his beard with calloused fingers, glancing over at you.