astral light changes to black

Basilisk moved among the market, searching for any new rumours that might have sprung into existence about the strange happenings in the land. He was trying to keep himself appraised so he could do what he needed to to protect his pack.

There were a few new faces amongst the traders today, wolves looking to trade both in items and in news. The Armada would have been isolated in the North, if it wasn’t for the wolves that travelled through the market. He stopped and checked the stock in one stall, and picked up some coats that had fallen by another. Never stopping for long as he moved among the wolves.

"Basilisk Fatalis"