[ A large, silverly wolf pads up on silent feet. A lantern is held in its jaws and it whines, ears pricked.
Then it stretches, shaking itself, and is suddenly gone. Kettara stands in its place, the lantern hanging loosely from her hand. The light is better now and she can see the thin line of blood trickling down Eleven's face. ]
What is useless?
[ It's clear now that Eleven has power, though it's not a kind that Kettara recognizes. Some sort of mage, perhaps? ]
Bonfire Square
Then it stretches, shaking itself, and is suddenly gone. Kettara stands in its place, the lantern hanging loosely from her hand. The light is better now and she can see the thin line of blood trickling down Eleven's face. ]
What is useless?
[ It's clear now that Eleven has power, though it's not a kind that Kettara recognizes. Some sort of mage, perhaps? ]