<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>Malcyn had remained mostly quiet during their travel to the village, and during the decision to speak with the Lord of the Manor. He had trailed along, enjoying the little courtesies that were extended on the way. The entire dance of hospitality, formalities observed, and the pleasant waiting room reminded him of the life he'd had before he had chosen to travel. It was<em>nice</em>, and he had not realized how much he'd missed the luxury of a well stocked library, or bowls of fruit waiting to be nibbled on until now. He declined the wine and folded his hands behind his back, waiting patiently for the Master of the House to arrive.<br/><br/>When Dohrmann introduced himself, Malcyn bowed politely. Upon rising, he glanced towards Imriel, and decided to speak up. "The matter is urgent, my Lord, as you suspected," he said. "My name is Malcyn de Toraille, a physician at his Majesty's court, and since last night tending to a new patient, a local boy who has been attacked by some sort of animal. When we found the victim, the beast had already fled, and we believe it may attack again."<br/><br/>"That is why we are here. We thought it our priority to inform you, my Lord, and offer our assistance in the removal of this threat, if you'll allow it."<br/>