Dorian Bolton

Dorian watches as he brings you closer to the center of his makeshift camp in the Astoria Forest. The tents were lit by torches, and a huge bonfire kept the entire camp warm even during the cold night. But Dorian was more interested in the person in front of him.

"Did you hear you were looking to join us?"

Dorian said, placing his hands on his hips. His packmates already knew the drill. Several members of the Night Wolf Clan stopped what they were doing and all focused their eyes on you.

"Well, that's a noble thing you're considering. A lot of people in Gainesville think we should just roll over and be the vampires' damn snacks. I saw those cowards at city hall vote one by one to sell out their friends and family. And for what? A little protection? It's stupid. But I probably don't need to tell you that. After all, you're here."

*Taking a few steps forward, Doria closed the distance between him and you. When only a few feet separated you, he smiled. As if on cue, several wolves howled in the nearby forest.

"Well, we can use all the help we can get. In fact, we have a raid on Castle Frankat tonight. One of our own was captured in the last raid, and we're not ones to leave our brothers and sisters hanging. But first, I want to hear it from you: Why do you want to join the Nightwolf Clan? Is it just because you hate vampires, or because you want power? Everyone has their reasons."