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"Get straight to the point Old Man, my time is very valuable to people."

"That's one thing I like about you, Celiste, you're straight-forwardness. It's one of your many charming qualities"

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Alright, I'll get right to it then."

Celiste looks around the small shack for the first time and she notices several hunting trophies. She knew Jent was a great hunter at one time. Her father had told her that he was one of the best hunters the clan had ever seen, until the accident that led to his banishment. She then saw the trophy of the infamous White Werewolf, Jent had been the only man to have slain one and managed to live to prove it. It stood almost as tall as Jent and appeared to have been just as strong. Celiste would love to fight one herself someday, but that would involve more hunting than she has time for at the moment.

"I didn't murder your father Celiste, I did him a favor."

Celiste nearly lunged for his throat upon hearing his words, but he stood up and she backed off.

"Give me one good reason why I should believe you instead of ripping out your throat."

"Your father and I were best of friends, I would've never have killed him for a few thousand gold coins. Your father knew what had become of him, he knew of his sickness and he knew it was coming into maturity. It was only a matter of time until he put you and your sister into danger. He would've killed you both without an ounce of remorse."

Celiste let out a small chuckle, "And why would he do something like that? My father wasn't sick, he was in the best shape of his life. He showed no signs of aging or weakness, so don't tell me he was sick."

"Think about this Celiste, you know as well as anyone that your father prided himself upon the wounds he recieved in battle. He was proud of the scars they left and often wore no shirt to show them off. But, when was the last time that he had done so. That man always covered himself for the last three months of his life."

"So what, that proves nothing."

"You're wrong my dear. It proves that he was ashamed of his last battle scar, and he didn't want you and Kirin to worry about him. Randolph was with me when I took this beast down. Him and I fought side-by-side against the great White Werewolf known as Drakmor. Drakmor was fast, but together Randolph and I were able to get the best of him. We thought we had him beaten, but with his last breath, he reached out and bit your father across the stomach. At the time, Randolph thought that he'd be able to cure himself, and I was convinced he could. Days went by, then weeks and there was still no cure in sight. With just two days before the aligning of the moons, Randolph came to me and told me that if I didn't kill him, everyone would suffer. I couldn't do it, but he begged me. He told me that it was what was best for you and Kirin, that it was the only way to ensure the two of you would survive. So, I raised my swords high over my head, placed them on either side of his neck, and sliced his head off. Before I struck him down, he looked at me and told me to make sure that you be told the truth when the time was right."

"I don't buy it one bit. Sure, it's a nice story to save your ass, but I won't be fooled. Fact of the matter is that you betrayed your best friend and took his life in hopes of gaining his fortune. But, instead of getting that, the High Counsel saw through your lies and forced you to flee. If it hadn't been for Kirin, I would've hunted you down a lot sooner. But, I had to take care of her before I could get revenge."

"It doesn't surprise me that you don't believe me. I mean, afterall, you ARE a Kralin."

"And what the hell does that mean you ignorant bafoon."

"It means that you only believe what you're told to. But, there's gotta be a part of you that knows that I speak the truth, a part of you that wants to know more. If there wasn't, I'd be dead already."

Celiste couldn't do anything but stare at the old man. What could she do, he was right. She had seen the scar with her own eyes one night while her father was changing his shirt.

"Say I do, what do we do now?"

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"Get straight to the point Old Man, my time is very valuable to people."

"That's one thing I like about you, Celiste, you're straight-forwardness. It's one of your many charming qualities"

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Alright, I'll get right to it then."

Celiste looks around the small shack for the first time and she notices several hunting trophies. She knew Jent was a great hunter at one time. Her father had told her that he was one of the best hunters the clan had ever seen, until the accident that led to his banishment. She then saw the trophy of the infamous White Werewolf, Jent had been the only man to have slain one and managed to live to prove it. It stood almost as tall as Jent and appeared to have been just as strong. Celiste would love to fight one herself someday, but that would involve more hunting than she has time for at the moment.

"I didn't murder your father Celiste, I did him a favor."

Celiste nearly lunged for his throat upon hearing his words, but he stood up and she backed off.

"Give me one good reason why I should believe you instead of ripping out your throat."

"Your father and I were best of friends, I would've never have killed him for a few thousand gold coins. Your father knew what had become of him, he knew of his sickness and he knew it was coming into maturity. It was only a matter of time until he put you and your sister into danger. He would've killed you both without an ounce of remorse."

Celiste let out a small chuckle, "And why would he do something like that? My father wasn't sick, he was in the best shape of his life. He showed no signs of aging or weakness, so don't tell me he was sick."

"Think about this Celiste, you know as well as anyone that your father prided himself upon the wounds he recieved in battle. He was proud of the scars they left and often wore no shirt to show them off. But, when was the last time that he had done so. That man always covered himself for the last three months of his life."

"So what, that proves nothing."

"You're wrong my dear. It proves that he was ashamed of his last battle scar, and he didn't want you and Kirin to worry about him. Randolph was with me when I took this beast down. Him and I fought side-by-side against the great White Werewolf known as Drakmor. Drakmor was fast, but together Randolph and I were able to get the best of him. We thought we had him beaten, but with his last breath, he reached out and bit your father across the stomach. At the time, Randolph thought that he'd be able to cure himself, and I was convinced he could. Days went by, then weeks and there was still no cure in sight. With just two days before the aligning of the moons, Randolph came to me and told me that if I didn't kill him, everyone would suffer. I couldn't do it, but he begged me. He told me that it was what was best for you and Kirin, that it was the only way to ensure the two of you would survive. So, I raised my swords high over my head, placed them on either side of his neck, and sliced his head off. Before I struck him down, he looked at me and told me to make sure that you be told the truth when the time was right."

"I don't buy it one bit. Sure, it's a nice story to save your ass, but I won't be fooled. Fact of the matter is that you betrayed your best friend and took his life in hopes of gaining his fortune. But, instead of getting that, the High Counsel saw through your lies and forced you to flee. If it hadn't been for Kirin, I would've hunted you down a lot sooner. But, I had to take care of her before I could get revenge."

"It doesn't surprise me that you don't believe me. I mean, afterall, you ARE a Kralin."

"And what the hell does that mean you ignorant bafoon."

"It means that you only believe what you're told to. But, there's gotta be a part of you that knows that I speak the truth, a part of you that wants to know more. If there wasn't, I'd be dead already."

Celiste couldn't do anything but stare at the old man. What could she do, he was right. She had seen the scar with her own eyes one night while her father was changing his shirt.

"Say I do, what do we do now?"