Monster hunter

Alaric cared not for the dead. He cared for the reverence of it all, the ceremony, the afterlife. No, such thoughts of a potential god or afterlife would filled him with a bitter rage. He was once a devout man, a devotee to the God named Ohros. Then, his small village was attacked. He was enslaved. And Ohros was nowhere to be found. He prayed for years as a child for the God to free him, to help him, for his family to return and free him from his chains. Nothing ever came of it. So when he was old enough and strong enough, he killed his slave master Oberyn when the man's back was turned. He cursed the skies and the Gods shortly after, vowing to never worship or bow to another again. Not God nor mortal. Only himself. He was deep in reminiscing when the sound of another snapped him out of the flashing memories and the rage that had temporarily surfaced due to them.

This stranger was watching them. Although her face was calm, Alaric could see the rage in her eyes. What was she so angry about? He cocked an eyebrow and called out to her. "Do we have a problem here?" He asked the girl, flicking his tail. He couldn't quite grasp why someone he never met before was gazing at him with such anger. Especially in a place like this. He looked over to Maul, who had stopped chewing and was simply staring down at the stranger in a protective gaze.