[center][h2] [color=662d91]Val'vath[/color] [/h2][/center]

The lycan was shrouded in his black robe and hunched as he approached the castle and the encampment of soldiers guarding it. He had spent the last several weeks of his journey south in this state, a hunched cloaked figure was less likely to draw any attention to himself. As he found himself face to face with the soldiers guarding the bridge,  one of the soldiers guarding the bridge went to approach him, likely to warn him off. A forgivable mistake; he had concealed himself well and the voidcaller doubted these guards were expecting a 'knight' to have his current stature. Val'vath removed his hood and rose to his full height, the sound of arthritic bone creaking and moving to support his weight was audible as he did. [color=662d91]"I have been summoned here by Lancelot. Now let me pass"[/color] he said to the guard. After the guard removed himself from his path he continued on his way, snapping at one of the more uneasy men as he passed them. 

After a painfully slow journey across the bridge and through the castle, Val'vath found his way to the chamber he was to meet his new allies, with a quiet grunt of effort he pushed the doors open to reveal the chamber. The first thing the lycan noticed was the feast laid out on the table, he had been feeding off the blistered, uncooked corpses of the creatures he had killed over the past several weeks so real food was a delight to see. The old lycan found a seat quickly and shuffled to it, conveniently close to a large selection of meat. He grabbed what he could only assume to be a chicken wing and devoured it in several bites, bone and all. He reasoned it was only polite to eat some of what had been offered...and the lycan had not had any decent food in weeks.

After eating his quick meal, the lycan examined his new associates. Obviously there was no shortage of humans, they seemed to be everywhere down south, although the variety intrigued him; he had not seen a human child before journeying south so to see one at the table was odd to him. Then there were the other races; a goblin flanked by several orcs had arrived shortly before him and seemed to be inspecting  the room as he had, he also noted the large beast helping himself to the feast. The lycan decided he would do the same, albeit to a lesser degree, and begin picking at the various meats around him with rather shaky clawed hands. He watched the room with curiosity as he did; no doubt the Gods had a purpose to serve in their grand plan, whether they knew it or not.