This wasn't what he would consider a normal hunting expedition. As a matter of fact, it was far from it. What he hunted for now was not a creature of legend or a monster terrorizing a village, but rather something far smaller and a lot less life threatening. Or so he assumed. It was seemed partly important enough that had him traveling this far away from his home in Connlaoth. He would never travel so far unless he had great motivation to do so. In any event, he would find this so called M'Derax Amulet, no matter what the cost. It was unknown as to what exactly this artifact was but it was certain to be something of great value. Or so the old woman claimed when she bade him to retrieve it for her.
Because he never did anything for anybody without equitable compensation, Venaede had been unsure if the elderly lady was capable of paying him back. He had significant doubts about the woman's claims that the amulet was an old family heirloom that was locked away in some ancient tomb. Hm, well, that made things all the more interesting as he figured he would definitely be able to bash some heads along the way. Anything that might trigger his violent response was bound to get their head cleaved in two. And aside from vampires, Venaede couldn't stand the undead.
These mountains were an unusual set of terrain and if he wasn't dodging smaller beasts, he was avoiding the natives hidden in the caves. Because it seemed he hadn't been here in ages, he didn't know what he could find.