Ivar bows slightly, then winces in pain. "A word in parting, if I may, baron. Consider it my werewolf instinct

Ivar bows slightly, then winces in pain. "A word in parting, if I may, baron. Consider it my werewolf instincts talking. I can tell you'll be the subject of stories and legends yourself, soon, and I'm sure they'll be told far and wide across the land. Now, whether they'll be tales of terror or of hope — well, that will be up to you."