A middle-aged wolf draped in nothing but black clothing appeared from an old, crumbling building. He luckily found shelter before the two armies had clashed. He looked around at the scene before him. Bodies were strewn everywhere and blood stained everything in his path of sight. He gave a wicked smile as he saw not a single living being in sight. He didn't intend to come here to find his way into a war but to only escape with a priceless artifact. A thieve, rouge and assassin he was. Luckily, he had the very item on him---a priceless amulet which he would most definitely sell at a high price.<br/><br/>He gathered his things up and walked contently though the sea of bodies. His dark blue eyes scanning the area as he licked his lips in satisfaction. He stepped along in pools of blood, drenching his feet in the red liquid. He walked along until he noticed in the distance three figures. He gave a wicked smile as he thought of various ways to befriend them and earn their trust and then take off with their possessions. His hand twitched as he was tempted to throw one of his many daggers and attack them from their. But he wouldn't, it would be too risky at the looks of them. So, he decided to go with his first option and contently walked towards them in the sea of bodies whistling happily.