Word has it the one of the most disliked and feared creature to Dark elves has popped a squat near his home town of Alerar. Just outside the mines of Kachuk, the mountains being taken over by a new nest totaling nearly five or six word has it. Nothing lives when these creatures roll through; it’s like a poisonous plague. Where a spinx roaming death follows the towering beasts.

Meanwhile in the outskirts of Alerar
He sat in the tavern holding the bounty poster. Oddly enough, Salem didn't see a prize reward. It only read dark elves only bring proof to an address. Only it was blank he couldn't see anything. It sounded like a bust but being a newbie or hatchling to his new race this would be a chance to make his mark. Salem rocked in his wooden chair as his brain pushed through several options in his mind. His yellow eyes pierced the paper like he could see through it to the floor.

He knew without help he would not be able to take on more than one or two at a time. Saelm was vexed about this to say in the least. Cringing at the thought of a partner he wanted this to be a solo show. He stood up heading to the large cork board . Sticking his index finger and releasing a brief flame to engulf every piece of paper slowly burning them like a lighter to a cigarette. The slow burn keeping from causing a fire of sorts; Salem made his leave.

The Bartender,"WHAT HELL MAN"

Holding the only paper left in the town outside of Alerar. He looked up at the horizon he grinned with that childlike face and demeanor of a guy about to cause trouble. He was off to make a name and maybe some cool ideas and gold. Heading out way off the beating trail up and down the hills; Salem pushed through the wilds for a shorter route to his desired point. He would find this beast no matter what.

Dark elves would swarm to this beast like flies to meat or smell trash. Salem knew he would need to beat them to the punch. Even though Elves are general evil, rude, and talented artist they respect others of their kind except hatchling.