Ravensblood Forest turmoil & tinfoil

HELLO and sorry for bad writing I'm coming back from a break

Murkwood grew stronger, and with it grew Noxir's ego. He could let it slide if most who joined his ranks were outsiders or runaways, outcasts and wolves with nowhere else to go. That was how every crew began, and the phantom was more than pleased to draw more to his cause.

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Amber eyes watched from the treeline as a shadow of a man traipsed near. Though he could not tell much from such a distance, there was something in the way the stranger carried himself that piqued the captain's curiosity, and so he sidled to interrupt his wanderings with a toothy grin and an amicable chuff. "Goin' somewhere?"