Northstar Vale Bring it around town.

the man's response was cryptic at best -- perhaps tit for tat. thorn had not exactly been most forthcoming himself.

he let a silence pool about them for a minute as his gaze raked the man before him. lean, buttercream of fur -- a pale wash of his species' typical agouti. his mein was most foreign to thorn, for the wolf carried himself like some subservient ambassador. it was a far cry from the roughshod forebearance stigmata and mahler commanded.

"what was the news?" he queried aloud, wondering just what could make a man so wordless that he looked like the pale apparition of a ghost.