Stavanger Bay reunion

For such a scary-looking wolf, he seemed nice enough. The smile might have been spooky under other circumstances, but it came across genial here, which Zamael assumed he was going for. All well, at least for now. He shrugged at the question, pausing a little as he sorted himself out, internally.

God, I dunno, he sighed, blinking slowly at Skeleton Man. Originally I was just passing by on my way north, but with a name like Stormrift, I might have to stay. It was pretty dope. How many of you right now? What kind of stuff are you guys into? I won't do any freaky religious shit, Zamael added, narrowing his blood-orange gaze at the man.

Hell no. He had gotten enough of that with the tribes. Ashari's reappearance had rattled him enough to bring it to the forefront of his mind.