Acelin

In the lonely woodland called the old forest, lived a solitary wolf by the name of Ace. He stayed in the shadow, and hunted more like a cougar than a canine - the most cunning of many wolves.

on one of his many successful hunts, he returned to his lonesome cave to find a young fox, wandering around. He tilted his head, Poked out his chest, and approached the fox, "You know, it is typically unwise to wander around where you are unsure of how welcome you are. You are fortunate that I allow visitors. What brings you to this place?"

It seems I am being steered away from the life I have lived up until now. It is nice to be known as something beyond, "the trouble maker". My criminal past, has lead me to one reasonable escape -

Dreothorn fell on the wooden floor of the carriage. "I will see you soon Dreothorn. At the very least, think of this as good opportunity, as Thayalengir will not be able to find you." said the man in the black robes.

"I'm counting on that." Dreothorn couldn't do anything, he was bound by chains and blindfolded by a smelly hood.