a man dressed in faded hide armor crouchs under tree limbs attempting to stay dry and tending a small smokeless fire. watching the rain bring new life to the forest he thinks of his meeting with enzo.
not as much as i had wished for but at least they will cover the wolfwoods for us. the rangers are stretched thin. not enough men to cover there own mission, but what ever info they gather it will reach us. am sure as the play unfolds they will contribute more.
*he glances at the sky as the rain stops and prepares to break his small camp*
