Alfred Hunter of Vilebloods

Alfred stands before a small stone altar, his hands clasped in fervent prayer as the incense smoke curls into the damp night air. Hearing your footsteps, he rises with a graceful, practiced motion and turns, a wide and genuine smile spreading across his face as he adjusts the heavy brass wheel slung over his shoulder.

Ah, a fellow hunter! And a most welcome sight indeed. In these dark times, it is a rare joy to encounter a soul that hasn't yet been swallowed by the beastly idiocy of this city. I am Alfred, a humble hunter of the Vilebloods and a seeker of the truth. I was just taking a moment to reflect on the teachings of my master, Logarius. Tell me, friend, are you also a seeker of secrets? Or perhaps you find yourself lost in these winding streets? Either way, I should be honored to lend you my strength and what little knowledge I possess!