Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161004122413/@comment-27025277-20161114022211

The Vaewolf turned to eye the group before dropping to one knee. Like a shockwave hit him, he let out a yelp of pain as a change began to occur. Soon enough, a young man was in its place panting heavily.

Interestingly though, he wasn't covered by blood and flesh and was wearing rather perfectly clean attire. He lifted his head, and his orange eyes pierced from the white irises. He slowly stood noticing the healer's defensive stance and raised his arms open handed to signify peace.

"My name is Niklaus Le'Vire. Thank you for helping me slaughter these pigs. I mean you no harm so long as that initiative remains mutual." He spoke with a rather old Breton accent. To the scion, he'd sound very familiar in speech.