Dragon hunting

[ahew_kha]

Who: Kisara and those wanting to save her I guess
Where: A secluded area of Romania (specifically near Bukovina)
When: Some time around the 8th-10th
What: Some little clues lead towards a group that hails from this particular part of Romania and where Kisara's probably being hidden. Or, at least, somewhere in that area.
Warnings: Very possible death stuff whether in words or flashbacks, both dragon and human.

Of course it'd be Romania that still had hunter groups that focused particularly on dragons and it wasn't really all that uncommon of knowledge that they still went after them where they could. It was easier to go after particular ones that to get involved with clans of dragons at this point, which going after a solitary one had seemed like the smartest answer to them.

What they hadn't expected was for anyone to really notice as their jobs were particularly clean and usually carried out in a matter of days, if not hours.

Which would explain why the area most known for them would be more of a countryside than anything else, little villages that seemed pretty stuck in time, peppering the landscape and little being said to anyone from outside the area. Time hadn't worn on them well simply due to the history of the country and the history of half of the area being considering Ukrainian and the other part still under Romania.

At least the people were out and about most of the time, so you never know unless you ask, right?

Comments

[improbablenotimpossible]

Once the group was gathered and the location narrowed down, the vampire made a very obvious face of displeasure, and there's a sourness that stayed even when arriving, but with a sigh, he will act as a translator of sorts, while he didn't know Romania, and there's a far amount of them who may know English, he has at least fluency in French, Italian, and German, and enough Russian to ask if they can be pointed to someone who can speak any of the four he's at least conversational in.

"I should have known it would lead us here, given this country's history with Dragons..." There was a long sigh. "Well, I'll be asking around if they seen anything unusual." Though with some caution, given how some villages seem to be timeless, the old superstitions may linger.

[marmoron]

[Meanwhile Keith is absolutely not familiar with the local language or any related language, and is merely looking around irritably at the locals. The wolf is with him, but wearing a collar that's been charmed to disguise his buddy as a husky.]

Don't know anything about the lore here.

[And frankly, he's not that interesed in a history lesson right now.]

Gonna see if Cosmo can pick up a scent.

]Kneeling down, he'll give the wolf a pat.]

Gonna set this here, people can still jump in after if they want

[ahew_kha]

Luckily there's probably a good number that do know English, Ukrainian and oddly enough French. So it shouldn't be too hard to find someone that's at least conversational in one of those three languages.

There's a good number of people in the streets as well, most seeming to go about their day and a few milling about just taking the sights in or speaking to another in softer tones. So really, it's his choice of who he might want to approach. Someone a little younger might not be a terrible idea to ensure they know a language other than Romanian or Ukrainian, though.

As for scents, there's probably too much mingled in to get a direct hit of Kisara or anything dragon related just yet. Maybe a little further outside of the city might prove more useful. Since, let's be real, what kind of hunter group would set up in a city properly?

[improbablenotimpossible]

He nods to Keith. "The region's lores I am most familiar with, further south," Transylvania to be exact. Mulling over his options, he does approach some of the ones that seem to be taking their time, knowing he'd be brushed off if he approached the ones busy, looking for one that seem especially inquisitive or bright-eyed, the ones most likely to notice anything's odd. "I'll be asking around, keep the phone handy in case something happens."

Once he finds people that both speaks a shared language and didn't mind questions from a stranger, he starts, putting on the charm and a professional, yet urgent air. A believable little lie with a mix of truth, that he's looking for a kidnapped girl - a grieving widower hired him to find his only family left and the trail lead them there, and if they had noticed any unusual activity? Rest assure, strict confidentiality, no one will know who said what, so no worry about getting attention if they're concerned about it.

[marmoron]

[Keith's well aware that any attempt he'd make to speak to the locals is more than likely not going to be a diplmatic success and thus lets Sherlock do all of the talking and nods at the instructions he's given.]

Let me know if you need anything.

[Meanwhile when the wolf isn't able to lock onto a particularly dragon-y scent, he returns to Keith's side. While giving the good doggo a reassuring earskritch, he's keeping an eye out for any people or places that look suspicious.]

[ahew_kha]

For Sherlock's side of things, there's a particularly young woman who's mostly gazing off into the distance, startled a bit as she's approached. But she seems fairly amiable enough to talk, a small smile crossing her lips until the story itself is told. A kidnapped woman...?

She's humming for a small moment, trying to recall anything that she's seen recently...

"The only people who have been through here recently are the Vânători, though we know not what quarry they brought with them this time. They said it was something special, but more than that I can't say. You may be better off searching them out, they tend to know this area better than any of us do and no one with half a brain would bring a kidnapped woman into the city proper."

As for anything suspicious, there's not much to really say about it for now. There's some tracks but they could literally be anything at this point in time. But there is a store front that seems to be somewhat medical but the windows would suggest more... exotic touches than anything. Even if they're stuck in time a good bit, it would seem out of place with a proper clinic not that far away.

[improbablenotimpossible]

"Where would I find them Miss?" He asks softly. "Even if it seems like a long shot, I would need to follow up on even the most unlikely of leads," The man gave a wry, close-lipped smile, of a man who knew his job was a hard one but finds reward in it nonetheless.

Once he received his answer, he'll thank the young woman and return to Keith.

[ahew_kha]

Luckily she still seems to be buying his story while she's adjusting a stray piece of hair to put it back in place. "There's a little inn going east from here between this town and the next where they normally hang around. Or at least those lower in their ranks tend to frequent. None of us have seen their leader in months..." What that means exactly, she hasn't much of a clue.

"Can't remember the name of the place, but it's difficult to miss it if you follow the road."

[improbablenotimpossible]

"Thank you," He gives a nod. "I shall pay a visit if they're willing to hear me out, take care, Miss." He gives another close-lipped smile before parting, going to find Keith, and relating what he learned.

"The inn down the road seems to be our best lead for finding Miss Kisara. Let's be prepared for trouble."