01-02-2016, 05:55 PM
Left with the satchel, one might expect the wolf -- Ahroun that he is -- to be disappointed. It's so unwarlike a thing, after all. A glorified <i>sack</i>. Yet the perceptive can the faintest flit of a smile at the corners of his mouth as it is left to him. He's pleased with his spoils; maybe was even hoping for it. Regardless, he reaches in unhesitatingly and picks it up, slinging it across his hefty torso.
"I'll take the box to the Caern," he says. "Maybe someone can figure out who he was. Let his people know." Thinks a moment. "Give you guys a ride there if you want."
"I'll take the box to the Caern," he says. "Maybe someone can figure out who he was. Let his people know." Thinks a moment. "Give you guys a ride there if you want."
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.