King Elk Forest to kingdom come

Wren. The King mulled over the name for a moment. Wren, like the songbird. He wondered why her parents bestowed the name onto her, as he does with many wolves he came across. Names are interesting to him.

She had introduced herself, so it’s only fair if he did so as well (not that he wouldn’t anyways). It’s a pleasure to meet you Wren. I am Cenric Déorwine. Cue his signature bow.

He soon learns Wren is a woman who seeks knowledge, something he’d happily give (perhaps not to the extent of his more devout kin).

I can lend some information, yes. It’s no bother. Cenric sat down and cleared his throat. Well, this place is called Kingslend, and I rule it along with my sister. We all worship the High Elk. Sometimes he’d assume strangers already knew of their deity. It’s expected when you grow up around followers and only followers. Cenric recognized this and added, He is our god.