PUMASPIRlT

“Excuse me, could I get past here?” Nines spoke out loud in the middle of a crowd, trying to get through and out of the village. The scent of fresh baked goods and fried meat was lingering in the air as he strolled through the market square that was packed with Felvargs from all around Helvalla and some had traveled from Ulfrheim to seek for helvallian goods and supplies. Nines was preparing for another hunting trip to the shore where he had heard one larger pod of seals had migrated to. First he had to get some supplies however, since last time he didn’t get away with just a small scratch and wanted to be well equipped this time around. Circling from one stand to another, he finally was able to gather all the supplies and equipment he needed for this hunt. It wasn’t much, after all Nines was able to come along nicely with just the bare necessities but his gut feeling was to prepare for the worst. The night was closing in slowly as sun was starting to set and most of the Felvargs had