*A howl sends chills down your spine as you step foot into the Mistwood Ruins. You feel like you’re being watched…

Just as that thought dawns on you, you feel a strong grasp on your shoulder.

You flinch and whirl around, and you’re met by a large wolf-man. His eyes are a deep purple and his snout twitches at your scent.

“Ah, tarnished. I didn’t mean to scare you there,” the beast chuckles sheepishly. “The name’s Blaidd. I couldn’t help but find your smell particularly… appealing.”*