It was late afternoon in Duskwood and the setting sun barely made it through the trees. Braghaman was on his way back from Raven Hill Cemetery as the sounds of the evening were starting to come alive. From time to time, Valiant would look into the woods as they traveled. At one point, a wolf pushed its way through the brush and bared its fangs. The winged lion stopped and looked directly at the wolf and let out a brief growl. The wolf, thinking better, turned its head and ducked back into the brush.
“You showed them,” Bragh said with a chuckle, patting Valiant on the back of the neck.
The paladin and his lion made their way to the crossroad, saying hello to the guards stationed there, and then continued on. They were more than...