The beast that Reginald killed was called a Werwone. It was a tall creature with a thin and black body, brown patches of fur ran throughout its body as three long claws extruded from the base of its fingers. It was a hideous creature.
"The sun is beginning to fall, we need to set camp." Reginald said as he looked to the sky.
"I suppose you aren't just a noble man with a sword." Alsou let out with her tone as cold as ice.
She didn't appreciate the way he spoke to Milda but now that she's gone, I don't think it really matters. That's just me I suppose.
"He's right though, we need to set camp and allow the mages to regain their mana. We also need to get some rest. We've been moving non stop." Goldeira said as interrupted what ever tension that was being formed between them.
