While browsing the weapon stall, Eris suddenly shifts her attention to the side. Following her gaze, I notice two large Wolf Furrens resting nearby. Their impressive, muscular builds are similar—both stand over two meters tall—but their hair colors differ: one has a striking silver hue, while the other's is dark as midnight, each framing a human-like face. They're even dressed alike, in slightly tattered shirts straining around their bulging arms. Their hair, long and tousled, falls across broad shoulders.
However, one detail immediately catches my eye: the silver-furred wolf is missing his left arm.
The bandages are still there, which suggests he lost it not too long ago.
Could it have happened during a dungeon incident?
Curiosity piqued, I swivel my ears in their direction, quietly focusing on their conversation in an attempt to catch snippets of what they're saying.
