'Out of the mists, he came, dripping steel, mounted upon a beast the likes of which you've never seen, lad. It was a tusked octohorn, the last, if my memory tells true, and he... well, he was the Hunter of Elves. Quelinir save us, if he roams the land again.' Done with an Elfwood Bookmark in mind. To get a better view of The Hunter and his mount, check out The Hunter (detail).