A stray fox-wolf found its way into an alleyway in the city of Yggdrasil. The oxygen was thinner here, but it didn't affect the beast. Glancing around, and certain nobody was around, the creature shapeshifted into a halfling, his right, prosthetic arm shifting back to normal, his light magic making it look like a normal paw, fading away. This was where they were supposed to meet: an alleyway marked by an empty beer bottle, hung above a door. His contacts would be here soon.