Potion Seller, Give me your strongest potions.

Where Ronan came from weaponry and armour wasn't really a thing. He didn't really know where to start, but he'd heard talk of a marketplace up north though and figured out if nothing else it might be worth poking around. He knew very little about the packs that called Boreas home, he knew well enough to not just waltz in like he owned the place and instead came to a stop just beyond the border, his nose twitching as it took in the myriad of scents. The air was thinner up north, even in the midst of summer the air had a briskness to it like the edge of a blade pressed to a throat, it would cut and get colder. It was inevitable, just a matter of time.

Ronan shifted, letting out a sharp couple of barks to announce his presence, far more canine than wolf. Had never really been one for howling, didn't have the voice for it.