Yang slung his axe over his shoulder as he began walking, the forest was nice, it made him feel like a Bhuddist monk in some far off monastery. He turned to the summoner, "Short version is that I got dragged in by a student of mine right as the gates died. I have no idea where he is all I can hope is that he's okay. If you want the long version of how I ended up playing Elder Tales, well, that's going to have to be a story for another day when we have the time."

He dug in his pack and fished out a corked vial after a bit of fumbling around with his hands. In one swift move, he pulls out the cork with his teeth, drank the contents of the vial and re-corked it before placing it in his bag once more. His eyes tingled and his mind cleared, his face broke into a grin as he could feel the life-force of the animals around him, "There's a pack of <Wildforest Dire Wolves> nearby, want to go after them?"