Something about the shrine was different tonight. Razor had felt a tug towards the place and he half felt it was the spirits talking with him. Spiritual to begin with, but tonight the fog held heavy for once his lungs were clear as he moved fluidly towards the water in which reflected his own image back towards him. Razor would pace back and forth for a moment, watching his image feeling within his veins the pull and tug of his own life blood. If he just stopped and listened he'd be able to hear them wouldn't he. The voices of the past, the dead. Zakuro's servants and much more wolves who had walked these lands far before he had. Afraid? For once, no, he felt no fear in the heavy air that was stagnant. Even if the undead walked upon these lands. Razor would take a seat, blue eyes shining into the night. As he simply took in an eager and sharp breath. Feeling his shoulder muscles tense and then relax once more. Shutting his eyes he perked his ears forward. Getting a feel as he listened to quiet whispering among the foggy energy this place gave up. "Talk"

Treat!

Razor gets a treat!

Beneath one of the trees nearby, wedged under one of its roots, gleams an ancient golden coin, worn and aged from time. Razor gains 16 additional gems!