Lockquinn's Literatures

How His Blood Works

You've found yourself lost in the bowels of Warrenfall's infamous forests and, much to your dismay, you're realizing that you have little to no hope of finding your way out again without some sort of help. It's getting dark, and the shadows are only growing. Lucky for you, after hours of turning with no real direction you're approached by a burly, dark coated vayron sporting a mane of coarse hair and a lantern which emits a ghostly glow. "May I escort you back to the treeline..?" he asks, voice a whisper.