I have been around on this earth for more than two thousand years, yet I have never heard nor ever seen Vox Machina. They didn't look out of the ordinary. I walk to the tavern where they are in. I want to see them. I have seen thousands upon thousands of people. These... children, I have never seen them like that before. I hear loud noises and what sounds to be whales. 

I've been to this tavern before. I slept with the original founder. I slept with a lot of city founders. It... it's not something that I have been really ever proud of. I have... I have done quite a lot of strange and unhealthy events. I was a bit reckless back then. However, I'm straightened out. I open the door.

"Whoa." I mutter.

What the heck were they doing??? What the heck was anyone doing in here? I turn and see what appears to be the sad children who are drinking themselves senselessly, oh and they were barfing.

"What the fuck kind of ale is this?!" The gnome yells.

Was he... having sex with the druid girl? A different druid girl. The one with red hair was spilling her guts out. They don't look like much, but they did look interesting. I'm not one to usually get interested by these... sorts. They looked kind of like... sad, depressed things. It was a sad sight in my eyes.

"Hey what the fuck are you looking at?!" The half giant looks at me.

"Currently at you." I say.

"What are those things on your head?" The half giant gurgles. 

"My horns dumbass." I cross my aryms.

"Ass?! Why you!" He charges.

My eyes narrow. You really don't want to fight me. I have slain thousands of giants. I have been around on this earth longer than you will ever know. You do not know pain. You do not know the meaning of bloodshed as I have. I'm a Blood Hunter after all. 

"Grog!" The elf boy yells.