Trader awoke with a start, his hand instictively reaching inside his battered jacket, and then stopping as he opened his eyes...he sighed, and then dropped his hand from his knife...none of these people were evil...none of them would try and steal his soul, or drain his lifeblood...he looked up at the sun, wishing it could warm him, and then began to notice the commotion...
"i think the wolf and i will go hunting...would anyone like to join me? My hands are getting older, and i cant hold a bow as well as i used to, but i can track..."
"i think the wolf and i will go hunting...would anyone like to join me? My hands are getting older, and i cant hold a bow as well as i used to, but i can track..."