The Transport Circle

As the light was beginning to fade at the end of Sunday, I walked down to the Wolf Faction gate. The gate had been attacked many times over the weekend but for a while it seemed strangely silent. The transport circle before me provided me with my next subject. Ulrich from the Throsgaard took the time to wander over from his post to have a look over the appearing sketch, he was also kind enough to ensure I had a swig of mead.

It was a hurry to finish the sketch as the Wolf Camp came under attack again. With my sketchbook thrust into its bag I grabbed my sword and stood ground with my fellow wolves.