Giant worms, the story of a lifetime, right? Iskandor heard the tales from the marketplace, those creatures that had killed so many. Of course, the mystery alone had sparked his curiosity, and he couldn’t ignore the shivers that had continued to run down his spine. Not until he saw for himself, even if the worms were long gone. So that's the story of how he was here, within the actually quite beautiful cave that was bright and so, so cold.
Iskandor’s ears twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching. He perked, reminding himself to be composed and alert, tail swaying with cautious curiosity. He wouldn't let his excitement give anyone cause to mock him. Before fully setting sights on the newcomer ahead of him, he called out calmly. “Evening!”
Knight
