"I know this is an odd question considering the race of shifter you are, but would you happen to know someone called Crystal Fang?" Arthur tried.
"Ah, so you've met a member of the Vanishing Fang," the man exclaimed, "I've met that rascal… Met her a long time when she was still but a pup. She's a good girl. And you're right… I'm not a shifter from that clan," the man sighed, then said in a stern tone, "Find those Solaris Wyrms… then we can talk."
Arthur set his jaw and drew a sharp breath, 'Not the reaction I was expecting.'
He sighed, then started looking around for clues. The first room in the cottage was neat and simple enough, holding only a few sets of crudely crafted furniture, well-decorated with embroidered tablecloths and cushions.
The lingering smell of cinnamon told the story of a sweet breakfast… 'Grumpy has a sweet tooth,' Arthur mentally joked for a bit.
