Her hunt would start there. She had reason to believe that her mother or at least people that knew her mother would be in the streets within the vaunted rune knights roaming packs. That there was likely a knight or two that knew where she was wandering now and if they didn’t? Well they’d know someone that would. The knights kept track of their own well enough that perhaps they’d even be able to tell her where more of her wretched kin were sleeping.
She knew very little about the order outside of the fact that they were not wanted within the realms of the ice. She didn’t know their structure and didn’t realize that there were far and few inbetween that had even heard of her mother. But those thoughts didn’t even manage to enter into her mind as she sat on the ship. It was pulling up to the docks of the city; she had paid a handsome sum to the captain for transport from her frozen home. More so that she didn’t have to bother working on the ship. Not that they would have wanted her.
Her emotionless and cold gaze had many of the sailors spooked, more so than most of the beasties that had tried to attack them on the way there. She didn’t need to raise a finger but her axe put their worries to rest. She spent most of the journey cleaning her axe, eating meals and sleeping. Not to be bothered until the harbor was in sight. It was early morning when they had finally come to that; she stared quietly at the rapidly approaching city. Not a soul talked to her; no one needed to after informing her of their near arrival. Hooking the strap to her axe she’d lay it across her back and simply depart from the vessel before it even had properly cast it’s lines to the dock workers. Hopping off of the vessel onto the dock and then trudged her way through, brushing past the filth that was waiting to take them somewhere.
Nothing mattered to her from them; they weren’t her prey and if they were she’d cut them down. But the sea had her a little weary; she could use a drink. Could use some maps and directions. Finding information about fiore in other countries was a problem when your people were trying to figure out what else they’d try to tackle; how to survive the next winter before this one had even passed.
She had few coin, fewer friends and even less patience. She scowled at the price of lodging for someone of her stature. Her knuckles cracked; she knew she couldn’t just bully her way into lodging here; places with guards had rules and if the rules meant she needed to get jewels… Maybe she could do some jobs; kill a monster or two. Hunt a bounty or three. Those usually paid less. She’d push her way out of the inn; ears flicking as she overheard a conversation in passing.
You’d think that they’d all would have died out; that wolfenstein house.
You’d think so; but it looks like one of the local lords’ son claims to be one.
No good will come of that.
Her eyes slowly came about to the two talking; her mask hiding her fury. Her posture didn’t change all too much. The wind blew, ruffling her fur and sending a deep chill to those around her. She’d stand behind the two and cocked her head to one side. Her voice was lighter than you’d expect, but there was a gruffness to it too.
”What does this Whelp look like?”
The pair froze and looked up to her; meeting her eyes. Seeing that hand resting on her axe blade; they’d collectively gulp. She was given a bare run through; average build, reddish hair with some white highlights. Looked like he was dressed as a noble. A sword not far from his hands. A posse of friends. Hard to miss. She’d growl lowly and step away from the two; waving them off as she heard enough. No proper wolfenstein would be like that. Proudly displaying their ignorance; claiming their namesake without actually doing anything.
The hunt took the better part of the afternoon; the prey moved around a lot. She’d have pressed many throats till then; her silence and simple questions had proved efficient enough to get her the information and whereabouts of that filth masquerading as one of her own. Wolfensteins were hunters, protectors, guardians and more. They were hardly ever in the position that this… filth was in. She stood at the entrance to an alleyway. Seeing the group this lordling called friends; she wasn’t impressed.
Another thing; they didn’t keep company that wasn’t worthwhile. She could smell the stench of failure among this group. She could see that many of them were just blithering idiots; the laughing was the sort you’d expect from thugs. The lordling’s laugh sounded far more proper. Fen’s neck cracked and she’d step forward; she felt blossoming hatred start to grow through her body. A hand reaching up to the haft of her axe.
”Lordling Wolfenstein was it?”
The coldness of her voice cut through the laughter, cut through the joyous fakery that was in front of her. The thugs all turned and she spotted her mark among them. Her mask parted slightly and she felt a steamy breath of air pass through them. She was getting heated with anger. She could hear the babbling of the foolish lord, she’d drag her axe from it’s “holster” on her back and let it slam into the paved grooves of the towns rocky roads. It cut off any arguing or squabbling she wasn’t here to listen to a fakery.
”This isn’t the kind of name you take to play pretend boy.”
One of the thugs started getting smarmy with her, she didn’t even hesitate as he was just close enough to where one swing would cut the friend of the lordling’s in half. Watching the body flop to the ground she’d growl out. She didn’t like fakers like this; she actually wanted to just simply kill the lot of them but she had questions; if he knew of their name and what it entailed well… maybe he had a lead for her.
”Guards or not. I’m getting answers from you whelp.”