Shadewood Crossin’ bridges with a pack ‘a matches.

Thankfully things took a rather civilized turn at the end of the brief encounter and he quickly pulled himself from the forest's edge, the last of the stranger's words falling on deaf ears. Perhaps it had been foolish of him to assume all within the murky woodland were as diplomatic as their leader, and for that wrongful assumption he blamed none other than himself. It was a mistake he would do well to correct and as the last of the dreary thicket faded from his vision, Sanguinus slipped away with the intention of not returning for some time - if ever again.