Rising Sun Valley You are a wizard, Harry!

Merlin had not wandered far, before someone crossed his path. The guy seemed friendly and decent, there was no threat in his voice, when he addressed him, yet something was amiss. The boy stood still for a long moment, studying the stranger's facial features, trying to pinpoint, what exactly his instincts were telling him and finally it dawned - the smell.

He had not forgotten his encounter with the mute black hag and the more time passed, the more likely it seemed that he had been in a very real danger of having some holes punched through his flawless hide. Now this guy - smelling of the she-wolf - indicating that the two were involved. Should he trust him? Or should he scramble away, while he still had a chance to do so.

"It's not bad," he replied and measured the person with his gaze. "Do you want something from me?" he decided to be direct and be done with the ordeal as quickly as possible.