Malakaus woke up in the middle of the forest next to a dying fire and a pack of wolves. He vaguely remembered what happened yesterday: at some point someone had the bright idea of feeding the wolves wine and things got crazy from there. Getting back onto his feet the other wolves seemed to stir, wondering what the large orc in iron was doing. [color=00a651]"Neh. Wolf! Get up, iz time to go."[/color] Wolf was curled up with the others, but upon being called the feral canine yawned, picked up his sword, and followed Malakaus out of the forest and back to the town.

Seemed like his old friends had left him for greener pastures. Suited him just fine. Better that he got to know some of these other folks than to just keeping sticking around the old timers. Right now it only looked like three of the people from before were here, one who was the oracle. [color=00a651]"Aye."[/color] Malakaus called out to them. He was still groggy and sleepy, but if they were going to be marching out soon he'll get over it. For now he just ate a simple breakfast consisting of a dry sandwich and water from his waterskin. [color=00a651]"Dis it?"[/color]