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Revlen walked away from the town, his blood soaked robe wraped around him, his own blood on the robe. After a disasterous battle against the wolf that had attacked south of town Revlen moved towards the moutains.

Revlen sits apon a rock and looks skyward to the stars in the night. He sighs as he begins dressing his own wounds. his mind wandering.

"I cannot allow them to see me this way. I have grown to weak....How can i protect the town if i am felled by a wolf, no matter its strength."

His question goes unawnsered into the night. His face solem and his body cut and battered. He remains sitting straight on the rock, saving what ever dignity he has left to save. ((open rp to those who faced against the wolf and saw Revlen leave town.))

Pharun watches from within his hooded shroud as the captain of the guard leaves town , curiosity finds his mind but he quickly dismisses the thought of following the tall man. Instead he heads back into town and prepares for a trip to the ruined temple, after gathering some food and his good set of daggers he leaves through the northern gate and heads along the side of the grey rose castle, his attention is quickly drawn to another wolf, cursing his luck he draws two of his daggers and lunges at the wolf , he is quickly forced to take a defensive stance and eventually flee's with more then a few bloodey cuts visibly apparent through his black shroud, he makes his way quickly back to town, angry at these supposedly random attacks.