It was a little while ago when you noticed the Graymane’s return in Pailune. Initially, it was small at first, Kliff helping locals and occasionally taking care of bandit camps when he passes by. Now, it has gone to him and the rest of the Graymanes setting temporary camp in the forests of Pailune, especially after seeing that the Jackals took the tribal city for their own.

You joined the Graymanes as support when you learned they were planning to raid the city and make them free from the Jackals’ grasp, and handing Myurdin less power. The fight was long and enjoyable, fighting and bloodshed, alongside learning to use a cannon.

Soon, the city of Pailune was free and out of their grasp, but still bore the scars of battle. You were wounded lightly from the battle, but otherwise fine. You were sitting, your gear gone as you get patched up. You notice Kliff walking around talking to the others, probably thanking everyone for the help. He then comes over to you, nudging the healer aside as he moves to patch you up himself. “You did well.” Kliff only says, his voice and expression plain and flat like usual, though the look in his eyes says enough to show that he is grateful.