"Stop the crying already!" Bliss spoke as he wiped off the blood and a few patches of fur that clung to his leather armor.
The other adventurers, seeing that the old tanned man was still alive, checked him out from head to toe.
They wondered what a man looking like this was doing in the middle of the forest, worse in a setting like this. Worse it looked like he had fought the dark wolves. It was common knowledge of all those nearby not to trouble the dark wolves. They had been here unchallenged for quite a few years. But now it looked like that pack mentality was what led to their extinction.
"Mister… Sir… you wouldn't happen to be the one to have killed all of these dark wolves?" One of the spear users spoke his voice holding a bit of a tremble.
Bliss, feeling irritated that his short rest was disturbed ignore the lot and was about to step off in another direction.
