"The city is sick"...he said to me. He wore the finery and trappings of well distinguished gentleman. But his eyes, golden near orange hue flickered in the moonlight. There was something primal about this man...his lip twisted slightly, snarled showing a fang like canine. he caught a scent besides the nectar of sweet berry spilling out of his pipe with each puff. "Sick Indeed, but the Wolf is in..." I inhaled deeply carrying the scent of his tobacco on me like a brand, and I was no longer afraid.