Viktor was a simple man. He went around learning rumors and tales of eldritch horrors and promptly went off to kill them for a… price. He was renowned for his ability to slay even the strongest of creatures. Of course this was a repetitive thing for him. Plus he only knew he could do such things was because he was an elf, a dark one to be precise. He had heightened abilities and even the ability to chant enhancements onto his weapons. But as one of the last elves and the only reason why he was accepted being the fact that he killed other creatures… he didn’t mind having to make that his life. But he heard tale of something new in a local town. Something that villagers had seen briefly in the deep mountains when the land becomes a sea of snow and people got lost easily. It was another bounty for him and nothing else of course. So he was up in those grand mountains when he heard rustling and then rushed footsteps. Come out. He said in a low order. It wasn’t something he was going to take a no for.