Bottom of the Bottle

As he got his bearing together and looked around on the dirt and gravel around the runestones, three wolves seemed to appear out of nowhere. A fever dream maybe... that was easy to explain to himself. His lip twinge a little as he stood before them a little wobbly. If they were sentient then they may have had high judgement of him. Though maybe that's what they were here for anyways. As he took a step forward, his pace pushed him into the darker scowling wolf. And without making a real decision it seemed things would change for him. Maybe it would be for the better of him, or maybe for the worst.

Balthier chooses the hard route

"Balthier"