Neverwinter Forest It feels like something I know

Okay on to the other bad bit. Well, maybe bad. It certainly wasn't gonna make Simmik smile. He'd wanted this whole thing to be happy and instead he felt more like his energy was just fizzling out. Maybe it was because he really should sleep now that he was back. Asmoses. Her response to the first thing. Now... Best get it over with. No grins. When I was out looking for Cupid, I ran into someone from the Saints. Not Donovan, not the crazy chick. Could have been Donovan's brother or something, looks kind of weird, and a funny tail too, but darker colored. That was probably enough to either strike a chord or not. She'd said that other people had shown up, but if he didn't sound familiar, then he could give a better description.

He introduced himself mostly by saying Neverwinter wolves shouldn't be around there. I tried to suggest that messing with us maybe he might be against Donovan's wants -- that we hadn't been actual enemies, that they hadn't done anything bad to us directly before. Didn't seem to matter. He tried to attack me -- I didn't stick around. It wasn't like Mal had trusted the guy at all. He got the hell outta dodge. Then there was the further point, He was also the one who attacked Cupid and messed up his eye.