Amongst your people, the Hunt is everything.  A Yautja rises or falls based upon the trophies he collects.  From ancient times, it has always been, and shall always be, the Way.  Cetanu, whether on purpose or mistakenly, killed his Chieftain, the Huntmaster, and so was banished from the Home-world.  Taking one of the Ancients scout craft, you have found yourself in the worlds not of your people, accepted by a fringe group of powerful psionic warriors.  They do not judge you upon your actions, but upon your results.  They equipped you with your mindclaws, training you to focus your mental abilities to form the crimson blades from your gauntlets.  They introduced you to someone who could appreciate your...unique talents, of all things, a human, dressed in white clothing.  If it wasn't enough, you have been warned that he is a most dangerous creature, a noble of the Dragon Empire.

You have been called to meet with him, deep in the urban jungle of the metropolis of Khandar, within the Domain of Altara, the White Dragons.  Some hunt that would grant you an impressive trophy, as well as access to wealth to improve you equipment.

Cetanu was confused as to how this human could be any danger to him, but during his training he'd learned that often there was more to beings than their appearance. He moves, covered by his plain gray cloak, hood pulled low and a grace about his movements that seemed impossible for such a large creature.

Once he arrived, he announced his presence, "You have need of a hunter?"

The air grows quite cold, as if one of the rare winters of your homeworld have come.  There is a creak of scale, of a great creature breathing, moving from within the darkness of the abandoned garage.  Your thermal sensors do not detect any heat signatures, but as you switch over to your night vision, you notice a human walking towards you.  A young male, dressed in a white trench coat, with matching white clothing and white, and even its eyes are white.  "Yes.  Your order has recommended you, and so I seek the...removal, of another of my kind.  His name is Ithurix, a bastard of my cousin's line.  He has proved to be...unwilling to cooperate with the House, and so I offer you 5000 credits to...deal with him.  Do you accept?"  The white human asked, staring at your mask intently.

Cetanu is curious, this was a strange being indeed, "I would ask that you tell me what you can of his habits, or routines, where he typically can be found. A starting point for the hunt if you will." Head tilting to the side slightly, "Otherwise, yes, I accept the contract for the hunt."

The human begins to laugh, a cruel, deep laugh.  "Easy enough.  He runs the Frostrime, a bar not too far from here.  Ithurix was given management of it by his father, but its profits were to be split between himself and the House.  Needless to say, we have received...less than we used to.  From there, he has a condo on the outskirts of Khandar.  We desire a quick, and evidence free, removal.  I can keep the Diviners in the local police from finding him, the physical evidence would be yours to do with as you please."  He spoke, removing a holographic projector from his clothing.  Its image springs to life, showing a Half-White Dragon, wearing sickly yellow fatigues.  It switches to the outside view of a rather dingy looking bar, and then a small condominium on the outskirts of the city.  "I trust this will be enough to begin?  If so, just tap this projector three times, and it will alert me to when you are ready to meet me here."  He said, handing the device to you.
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Cetanu gave a single nod, this would be straight forward. "There will be no evidence, I require only his skull... a trophy you understand? I will see you soon." If there is nothing else to add, Cetanu will first head to the bar, scope it out, have a drink, get a feel for the place and the patrons, as well as the proprietor. His mark.

Your size makes you stand out slightly as you walk through the cityscape, but within ten minutes, you see the bar before you.  It was obviously ill run, dingy would be an upgrade for this place.  As you enter, the first thing that assaults you is the dim light, followed by, thankfully due to your mask filter, the stench of unwashed bodies.  You can make out the forms of Orcs, Goblins, even Humans.  Behind the counter, you notice Ithurix, in his sickly yellow fatigues, giving you a cautious look.

Cetanu approached the bar, "Something cheap and strong please." Cetanu checked everyone out casually, assessing any that might be a threat. "Passing through, looking for a place to enjoy a quiet drink." he adds, trying to put the half dragon at ease, at least for now.

The half-dragon looks you over, before looking at the counter.  "Five creds."  He spoke, pulling out a glass, and a bottle filled with a dark amber color liquid.  He doesn't fill it yet.

Cetanu hands over ten creds, "Keep it boss, thanks." Once the cup is filled Cetanu will survey the bar area, getting a feel for exits and basically understanding the lay out. It might be important. Otherwise he will finish his drink, then head toward the house to check it out as well.

As you hand over the ten credits, Ithurix replaces the alcohol with a sickly green liquid.  "This is the good stuff."  He speaks, pouring into your cup.  Taking a stiff drink, it is strong enough to curl the hair across your body.  The half-dragon snorts, shaking his head in amusement, before returning to 'cleaning' his bar.  He doesn't appear to be an unfriendly person, but looks can be deceiving.

Leaving the bar, you travel to the edge of the metropolis, examining the condominium where your prey lives.  Good security, well protected by no few alarm systems, and the occasional Imperial Police patrol.  It would be tough to hunt him here, but in the city...there are always options.