Obviously some point in the future, but as Eth is already over 1000 years old, it could easily be tomorrow. =P And please forgive my meager ability... ~Eth Ethmorden DArcsheer, a Druid of the Claw and the last of his family line, quickly transformed into one of his feral forms. The noonday light had little time to shine upon the deep bluish-black coat of his sleek panther form however. Just as soon as he was able, he faded from view and prowled close to a nearby tree. There you are, and just where you ought to be. He grinned inwardly, his feline features masking his delight.