Runaway
10-21-2018, 07:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-21-2018, 08:16 PM by Malleus.)
With mounting curiosity Malleus rounded the last stone corner that separated him from the outside and from the border where the meek howler stood. There had been an uptick in visitors lately so he was eager to see what this particular encounter brought. Like he was wont to do in situations like these, Malleus appraised the tiny mortal as he approached. The male was young, that much was obvious, and he was without a doubt one of the smallest fully grown wolves Malleus had ever seen. It struck him as unlikely that one so waif-like would be a fighter seeking to join their ranks, so Malleus guessed he was either a messenger of some stripe, a trader come to do business or another diplomat. Malleus stopped walking once he stood at the border's edge and Pascal, who rode on his back, seized the opportunity to peek around the giant's neck so he could get a look at the visitor. "Greetings," Malleus boomed. "You stand on the border of The Risen Empire. What is your business here?" |