[center]Zav Unhul[/center]
Zav looked at the elf. [color=FireBrick]"Wolves are slower than horses, but don't tire. Sorry for yelling, I'm tired."[/color] He said nonchalantly. [color=FireBrick]"We're all here."[/color]He thought about Odran's words. Unlike Odran, who he believed was some warrior or scholar, Zav didn't have anything to lose. 
[color=FireBrick]"Great to meet you, Rosa. I've heard of Easthollow. I was born in Oakenspire. More of a nomad now."[/color]
Zav's left hand ached.[color=FireBrick]"Some dragon we must be slaying if we need a prophecy and Chosen Ones."[/color]he tried to make conversation.[color=FireBrick]"I'm a mage. I'm great at archery, and can summon wolves. Hope I'm not the only one."[/color]He stated pridefully.[color=FireBrick]"I used to be a swordfighter.[/color]He said, remembering decades past.
[color=FireBrick]"If that spirit is pranking us, and sending us on a wild goose chase, I'm going to tear them limb from limb."[/color]He paused, contemplating how he could attack a ghost.