C1179 The Void

A group of about ten otherkin from the Lower Continent gradually emerged from the forest behind them. Pellet, the eldest of the Moonlit Wanderers, was in a sorry state, his clothes tattered and resembling a beggar's, with blood steadily dripping from a wound on his back. He had suffered a severe injury at the hands of the Silverscale Tribe's warriors, and his wounds were still untreated