Wolfie was sitting in the town square of the City of Beginnings contemplating the live that he had and those that were lost. “Why do I still fight?” He asked himself out loud, his voice deep and penetrating the space around him. There was a mix of anger and sadness to his voice, though those who had met him before would know, that is his normal voice. He hasn’t a clue how to shake the unhappy connotations his voice tends to give but he never really needed to. “I see all these people die around m
Row had said something to Wolfie, but it took him a second to realize it. Blinking he nodded and followed her. It seemed that the others had similar ideas and he at least knew something about the girl. “Thank you for approaching me there” Wolfie said to the Girl, his head hung low in shame “I probably would have blacked out if you hadn’t.” there was a large about of sadness in his voice. He hated himself for what happened and wished that he could get over it. “You are so weak,” The voice of the