<em>Elias in the Black Forest with wolf</em><br/><br/>He spun on the spot when the voice sounded, a deep rich voice. It took him a moment to realise it was coming from the wolf and his surprise was so great that he even dropped his hands to his side, the blades sliding back into the bracers, as he stared at it in shock. He glanced around the clearing as if expecting somebody to come out from behind some nearby trees and tell him it was a joke and that the voice had been ventriloquism. Hesitantly he spoke slowly to the wolf, still glancing around with narrowed eyes, "Do you mean you'll stop me? Or am I held here by magic? And what question?" he asked. He turned, wondering if he could just ignore this insanity and leave the wolf to it's own devices, making his way slowly to the edge of the clearing, wondering if he could still find whoever had made those screams, or whether they too had been creations of the forest. There was magic at work here, that much was already clear.