The Sentinels an invocation

mayfair. lasher's eyes immediately narrowed upon this rowan. he had not heard of her before, but the surname rang true, and though there was an air of confusion to her, perhaps there was power there also. then again, maybe the woman had heard the name in passing and sought to join his family through way of a lie. "i know no ellie," he rejoined, lapsing into the common tongue, though she spoke french well, as did every other wolf gathered on the borders. 

"how did you come to hear of this place?" the druid asked, his tones having lost their former invitation. his suspicions had been aroused -- they were unlikely to be put to rest easily.