[h3][b][color=a2d39c]Albic the Wanderer[/color][/b][/h3]
In life the beast had harvested many lives, small and great, in death it served Albic, its hide shielding him from the blows and eyes of others. He thought back on his contest with the Devilwolf with a slight smile on his face. With guile, strength and patience he had brought the creature down and he now wore its trophy with pride.

His mind came back as a passer-by bumped against his shoulder. His senses were assaulted on all fronts, hardly a sound could be made out in the busy noise of the settlement, little could be seen beyond the heads of those in front of him or the nearest shack, there was barely any space to run or move and his nostrils were beset by all the foul smells of crowded urban life. He wanted nothing to do with this place for as long as he could help it. He considered the wisdom in seeking a travelling partner, but those truly worthy would strike out on their own anyhow! It was decided, he had to see this new world for himself. He made for the fastest way out of Portsmouth, whichever direction that may be..