<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>W/ Hunting Party; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/>To describe the cosmic rage Alfreic endured at that moment on account of Viktor's protestation against his ward would require a dozen obscenities.  Let the following suffice:  Alfreic wanted to rip Viktor's stomach open and force him to eat his innards.  His malevolence shifted and returned to the wolf, but he did not move to strike, though he did close the gap between himself and the animal, flanking him with Marcus but momentarily.<br/><br/>"Accursed animal!  Run from whence you came!  Return to your putrid forest, and linger in the shadows for better prey than this.  This is but your last chance, whelp.  Turn aside, before Alfreic Slate departs you and becomes you a fine cloak of gray!"