In the old days, magic was something enjoyed and feared. But the old dark magic that started to appear again and has started to hunt for blood...

Raven Shade was sitting in the pub in the village square, her solid black wolf at her feet. She looked up under her wide brimmed hat, looking around the room as soldiers and other men were gathering up for some hunting horde. She shook her head and drank from her tea. "Animals...hunting some poor thing out there...just because the king is a magic fearing coward..." The wolf looked up and she nodded "Right, the kings right hand man is the coward...the king is gone on some trip with the queen" She sighed again and muttered "Too bad the prince hasn't put a stop to all of this..."