Larksong Grotto Thy wicker feet may tread these roads

As the woman spoke, her mood shifted from a disgruntled flatness to a more vaguely friendly manner and he found his plumed tail swishing back and forth in response. "It's ok," he worded. "I'm Arch Retallica." Never had he known the importance of a second name; he usually just went by the calling of Arch, yet the he wanted his words to match those of the Vicar, for now anyway.

"I'll serve you Jhala, and your companions, for as long as I can." This wasn't exactly a lie, for until he felt completely satisfied that he could confidently relay what information he'd gathered back to the dark ruler, he'd stay loyal to the Grotto wolves.