King Elk Forest He is not one of us.

As he followed the path that led to King’s Crossing, questions flowed through Cenric’s mind, the most important one being why? What’s caused his sister to call a meeting, without speaking to him first no less. Her decision baffled him up until the point he comes across the small group. When he sees them—sees the cursed spirit that lingers behind his kin—it becomes clear why she hadn’t brought this up with him first. Had Cenric been involved in whatever this was (recruitment? the man had a nomadic scent) he would’ve made sure he wouldn’t have stepped foot in the forest one way or another. Luckily for him, Célnes granted him a chance. Unluckily for him, he would now be left to the mercy of the Déorwine. Would they approve of this? Cenric had his doubts.

Cenric made his way towards his sister, nodding to his packmates as he passed, briefly glancing at the outsider. He took a seat next to Célnes and sighed. May the High Elk have mercy on this one, he murmured under his breath. The devout may very well eat him alive.