Glancing up at the sky, Wulfcyne wondered how the weather of Sharn would fare on this day. The old soldier missed the frontier some times, mostly when it rained...which was a lot. The clear skies, crisp air and untamed wild seemed made for the large human, but somehow he knew it was not for him.
Taking a good look around, Wulfcyne takes in the scene.
ooc; take ten on spot