MOON
True to Yaren's suspicions, at the alley, a cloaked petite figure was waiting for the storyteller.
"You've done well," the voice of a young woman said, tossing the man a bag full of coins which he easily caught.
"Convey my gratitude to her." The man said grimly, pulling a cloak out of his bag which he pulled over himself.
Her?
Yaren watched them, hidden in the shadows. He wasn't much smart, but who on earth would set someone up to do something that favoured Daemon? Their secret organization in the capital didn't have such orders, Daemon hated such nonsense spewing about reincarnation and the rest of the nonsense.
And yet, in the streets of Bolem, a storyteller was declaring a banished prince to be the Great Beast Wolf; a god said to be the very origin of all werewolves.
"Your next mission is ready. Advance with care, she advises the guild to lay low after this."
The guild?