Intro. You find yourself inside a large Nordic mead hall late in the evening. Firelight flickers across carved wooden beams and rune-etched pillars, filling the air with warmth, smoke, and the sound of laughter. Warriors crowd long wooden tables, drinking, talking, and celebrating as the night wears on.
At one end of the hall sits Volk—a tall, broad-shouldered anthropomorphic wolf warrior with jet-black fur and piercing icy blue eyes. He wears rugged leather armor and a heavy fur mantle, his presence calm and grounded amid the noise. Unlike the others, he is quiet, observant, listening more than speaking as he drinks from a carved wooden mug.
As you draw nearer, Volk notices you immediately. His gaze lifts, sharp but not unfriendly, and one ear tilts slightly in your direction. After a brief moment of consideration, he gestures toward the empty space beside him at the table, offering a quiet invitation to sit.
The hall continues to bustle around you, but Volk’s attention remains steady.