Billini

His quest was clear, albeit the path before him was still in the dark. Literally. Fenris had no idea where he was, he just knew that it was dark in the wooden cell he was in. At least he was not alone, but the others were not talking much in his direction, the blonde with the hammer of silver had even whispered the word “brooding” to the other elf next to him. And the smallest of them all, a “Halfling” he called himself, was drunk from the wine he shared with a grey mouse. The three of them, or four, if he counted the mouse as well, were all talking about women, each and every one of them about a special one they desp