"I am Phelan, known as the wolfsoul, son of Krel the swift and Alhannia of the whispering brook. First son of the Flamewood tribe, Hunter of the dead, and keeper of the memories of my people." After he completed his introduction, he bowed politely, and awaited the young lady's reply.

"I greet you with honor Phelan of the Wolf's soul. I am Sionell Gilliandor, First daughter of Gilliandor, and Queen of the Twilight Empire. I am she who speaks to Braialla, whom protects and nurtures all whom revere the true Goddess. And I come to you especially as a representative of your people. The empire of Twilight has need of you First son of the Flamewood. We've a need for those skilled in the lore of the woods, and willing to face the humans without prejudice or fear" The lady Sionell was quite pleased. This wretched, ill shaven and unkempt woodling was just the kind of scout her armies would need. Someone whose heart was forever calcified to the wrenching screams of human children, the pleas of human women, and the death throes of human soldiers falling to the surprise attacks of her armies. No, this woodling may even revel in the death and destruction he'll perform. And that's just what the Lady of Gilliandor wanted. And Sionell always got what she wanted

          It's been several years since their initial meeting. But to this day Sionell and Phelan have maintained a mutual understanding of their respective places in society. As the newly appointed leader of Gilliandor's scouts, the young Hunter now has a great deal to keep him busy. And as long as he's allowed to hunt humans from time to time, all is right in the world.