Silvertip Mountain lonely mountain

Vaati relaxes his hackles as the other returns an unimpressed look, gathering the notion that the stranger had no intention of starting anything aggressive. In that case, neither would Vaati. It was uncommon, but he did retain the capability of having a conversation would the use of hostility, contrary the beliefs of others. He did not waste time getting to the point, narrowing his eyes a fraction as a he spoke. “Do you know of a man who goes by the name Skullchaser?” His tone did not reveal his intent, lest the man before him, in fact, be the one he searched for. Vaati had not asked Maegi to describe the cretin who had attacked her though he should have, for in doing so would have made his task a hell of a lot easier. But he would not dwell on it -- it was not as if he could roam back to the shoreline and ask her. Their parting had been difficult, and he knew he could not return unless he had done what she asked for, one last time.