He had been warned of you before ever agreeing to join the hunt for you. Others had told him the tales of your infamy; how you had been a sweet and demure thing from birth until a sudden shift in your life pushed you to viciousness, almost like a shield to keep you alive. Reckless but calculating, you covered your tracks well, despite sometimes keeping small tokens of your stops along the way. You were no slouch when it came to defending yourself and the people you love.

Choosing to approach you as the evening stretched into the night, he sat down across from you at a booth in the pub. "I don't believe we've met before, have we, darlin'?"