One Hundred and Seven

Graeven watched the sunrise over the harbor with disinterest. His gut twisted again and he chalked it up to the excitement of finally getting his hands on Domitrus D'Avex. Torin received intel that he was hiding out only four hours away from Blackwood in a town known for rogue wolves. He glanced around the docks, pinching his nose at the lingering stench.

Graeven questioned Torin’s informant hims