((Mind if I join, on the side of the king?))<br/><br/>Rorik walked slowly down the road, not knowing quite where he was going. A pack filled with rations on his back, a water flask hanging from his belt, the grey wolf anthro reached the top of a hill. looking into the valley before him, he could see a battle raging on below. Judging from the sides, he could see a battle raging on. With no intention of getting into the fight, Rorik simply walked around it. However, he came across some men, apparently resting.<br/>"Hello?" Rorik said. One of the awake men became alert and stood before Rorik.<br/>"Who are you?!" asked the rebel.<br/>"A wanderer." retorted Rorik.<br/>"King or rebel?"<br/>Rorik remembered that he was once loyal to a king, and had gotten rewards from it.<br/>"King" he responded.<br/>The rebel yelled and woke up the resting soldiers. Rorik watched as all of them got up and drowsily faced Rorik. apparently, they had thought no one would find them.<br/>"This isn't very fair, is it?" Rorik said. Then he placed his right hand, palm towards the rebels, by his face. He then proceeded to unsheathe a blade hidden within his wrist. Getting into a ready stance, rorik prepares himself for the drowsy assault.<br/><br/>Within moments, Rorik had finished, and he was holding the last rebel by his neck, in the air.<br/>"Where's this king's castle at?" He asked.<br/>The rebel pathetically pointed east, and Rorik dropped him to the ground. While the rebel tried to regain his breath, Rorik simply walked away, cleaning the stains off of his blade. the rebel, dumbfounded, quickly began to run to PDP to alert him of this newcomer.