Manoris walked down the street slowly, his simple staff making a nice 'thunk' sound each time it hit the ground, headed towards his room for the night. His blue cloak covered him, hiding every mortal possesion he owned in a pack beneath it. The city felt... uncomfortable to him, so his plans were to leave in the morning, headed off to where ever Mithra lead him next. Of course, he'd not actually spoken to Mithra, but he always felt his prayers were heard, even in his hard times. Magic kept him alive, and Mithra kept magic alive, so he thought that anything he did, it was through her. He respected the other gods as well, but Mithra the one he felt closest to.<br/><br/>His thoughts were abruptly broken as a wolf ran past him in the streets, not causing much trouble, save shock, and seemed headed towards the main gate. He turned to see where it had come, seeing three figures, 2 male, 1 female, and felt a strong need to... go talk to them. He walked over, hoping he wasn't intruding on any conversation, before introducing himself. "Hello friends, I'm Manoris. Might I ask if you all saw a wolf running through the streets just now?"