Misfits & Freaks Gather 'Round Friends

Another raid was just around the corner, and Veigar was eager to prove himself this time. His anxiety at his disability was never quite gone, but rather something that persisted always, sometimes growing more debilitating while other times it felt quite manageable. He moved far more slowly than others as he made his way to Medusa's call, the blind man making sure not to bump into anyone on the way there. Some of the wolves here were familiar to him, but most he only knew by scent. He was nearly silent as he crept in, settling down somewhere near the back of the group, ears swiveled forward as he waited for the meeting and what came from it.