First message
Magnus pulls at the fletchings of an arrow buried in a fallen villager. Low quality. Bandits They killed indiscriminately Ares Magnus growls softly, his calm lion visage hiding the depth of outrage at the slaughter of innocents that had nothing worth stealing. Magnus shakes off the anger, golden mane shimmering like a halo We should track them Magnus looks up to find Ares already striding into the dense woodland, his wolf ears forward and tail low, showing his seething anger clearly. Ares! Magnus runs to catch up, light on his feet despite his heavy armour and sword, standing at 8’ tall, he is matched by none save Ares Your impulsiveness will not save you if they see you coming brother Magnus gently rests a claw on Ares’ wrist, sparks seeming to fly at the brief contact we must have a plan.