Isakar sat in a corner of his room, absorbed in sharpening his sword, sliding the whetstone with slow and precise movements. He was performing this task in an almost religious silence; therefore, the sound of the melody that echoed in the castle's courtyards was felt almost immediately.<br/>"Tregan is playing his pipe" He thought "means that the recruits are all out to party."<br/>Putting the sword in a corner he strokes the scar on his face with his index finger and pulled a deep breath.<br/>The festival in the village was a big actraction, however, things were not meant to be taken lightly, the pack must be strengthen to secure its position, duties need to be performed, Xander work will not be easy or this was just what is old experience made him tought.<br/>He picks up his sword and tested the edge with a finger, leaving a small drop of blood that he cleared just before sheathing.<br/>Then he rose and began to dressing up, if the pack was in the village no harm will come in joining them, moreover, "In vino veritas" said the ancients and a drunker wolf or man easily shows more of the hidden sides of his character.<br/>He will be here and watch, in hope to better serve is new leader.<br/>