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Setting down into the chair Phelan takes a pull from his flagon. “I will gladly rejoin you and the others. It seems I have a lot to catch up on though “ he says with a chuckle.

Laughing at the thought of himself casting spells. Phelan reply’s “ No my friend I still rely on my blade as opposed to magics. I’m still myself majestic tail and all. “

Ears swiveling to the sound of his name,Phelan sees a strange man with his face covered in growths?.. Who in the world could this be he thinks for a instant before the mans scent comes to him “Stig?? Is that you?”

Stepping through the door to the Ogres Head, Phelan looks around for a familiar face

Phelan steps through the gates of Calanhelm. Looking around for a moment to reorient the new sites to his old memories he continues on his way towards the Ogre’s Head Tavern. It’s been a long time he thinks to himself.

A solitary figure makes his way towards the breach.

Meat!!!!!!

"Sigh..." Phelan rubs his paws across his face. " ahem! I have apon me,the ring of Westbrooks. It is a cursed item with a trapped soul. I know nothing of ways of magic so I need assistance to figure out how to go about saving this spirit and getting my life back in order. "

A Weary and haggard Wolf-kin enters the arcane library. Seeing the vast amounts of what the No-furs call "books" once again brings a smile to his muzzle. Shaking his head Phelan gives a silent laugh. Never would have thought that I would have a need of that pile of chicken scratch the No-furs...

" Thankie kindly neighbour " replied Phelan. Arriving at a door, Phelan pushes open the massive portal. Poking his shaggy muzzle in. Phelan calls out " Is this item research? I have a sparkly ring that is acting odd. "

A weary,travel stained Phalen arrives at the arcane sanctum. Making his way through the massive door he stops the nearest sanctum member he spots. " Beg pardon neighbour. My name is Phelan Marrok a deputy of Parsons Breach. I've come into possession of a ring that I was hoping to get some...

Lol. I will buy lots Of gator aid this time ;)

Trudging along the forest path. Phelan spots a familiar landmark. Looming before him stands a majestic oak tree, it's bark scared by many a lightning strike. Pausing momentarily to ensure that only his scent is still apon it, He scans his surroundings one last time. Satisfied that he is...

Looking forward to it and to see you again. This time however I am bringing gatoraid lol. No repeats of heat exhaustion for me this year thank you.

Looking outside the window in his room at the ogre's head tavern. Phelan makes note of the suns position. Looks like its about time. Time to make my way downstairs and await the rest of my pack. Turning away from the window he pads towards the door, gathering up his gear along the way. Pausing...