[Ink Dragon Rosette]

Marc Du Coudray was out in the evening, walking along the line between the forest and the small town near his abode. He was considering hunting, his fangs aching for a good meal. But another part of him ached even more. Still, inviting a random towns person was a bad idea. He had no clue whether it'd be easier to kill them, or let them live.

He was pulled out of his musings by the sounds of scuffling. He decided to look and see what was making the ruckus.