Ankyra Sound the cask of amontillado

soon enough, the decision was made for him. it seemed he'd stumbled into a meeting of acquaintances — or had it stumbled into him? either way, he was quickly made into the odd man out. he did learn their names quickly, at least. sort of. it seemed the red-brown wolf had a garbled speech pattern, making it nearly indecipherable to drakon. this only increased his discomfort.

uhhh... i'm drakon. just some dude passing through, yet he lingered awkwardly, staring between the pair. what the hell was going on here?