"I know, i know. I don't like being inside the city walls either my friend." a voice heard in a dark alley, mixing the words with the rain drops. "We will be back home as soon as we deliver these spices to the innkeeper." Theoron was delivering spices from the jungle to the innkeeper once per month and the aggreement was 3 bottles of wine. Fair deal but to be the one who delivers the good was something didn't make quite happy.<br/><br/>At least he was enjoying the rain, they both did, taken that cats don't like water much, Acheron the lynx was not an ordinary cat. Raised by Theoron he developed a bond and friendship with the druid. Walking on his quarterstaff, the sound of his foot steps and the wood was the only sound in the middle of the night, except the rain. As they walked out from the allay those sounds would be interrupted by  a call for help.<br/><br/>Theoron and Acheron stopped immediately, the feline turned around and hissed ferosciously. As Theoron turned as well he saw what was happening. A man versus two thugs? Seems like a fight against the odds. He walked closely from behind, but not in attacking them. "Seems like we don't have some balance in this scene, don't you think Acheron?" he whispered softly to his friend.<br/><br/>That was when another voice was heard. A familiar voice to him, as it was the voice of a frequent visitor in the forest. "Oh well, let's see if our friend, restores the balance for now." he whispered to himself and leaned back against the wall to see what was going to happen.