Name: Cuan<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Species: Wolf<br/>Social class: Villager<br/>Special RP: Blacksmith<br/><br/>Of the blacksmiths of the village, the brown-furred wolf named Cuan was one of the more renowned, as he was the one typically called upon when the knights needed their weapons or armors repaired ...or readjusted to make up for their eating habits. His work was among the best - even when working on mundane items like shovels or plows for the farmers.<br/><br/>Which is why the fact that him exiting the castle was not unusual despite clearly not being royalty or a knight, as he had a rucksack full of equipment the knights had managed to get damaged in some way or another. Not that Cuan blamed them or anything - it kept him busy and paid and he understood that fighting monsters and criminals could be rough on one's gear.<br/><br/>He blinked in surprise and stopped his leisurely stroll we noticed the grouping of knights, a prince, and the infamous Scorch. He bowed as best a wolf with a load of metal on his back could and smiled at those assembled.<br/><br/>"Mornin' lords and lady. Everything well this fine morning?"