Wolfram slunk into the shadows around the room, doing what he did best: waiting. His gaze drifted to Bleddyn, already a very noticeable bruise forming on her face. Guilt claimed him as one of its own, tearing him apart from the inside out. We can't let her know...but if she does know, she might be able to help us....uhhhh crap...Wolfram what are you doing...!? He stepped out of the shadows, a nervous, awkward and guilty air to him. "You want to know what happened? To put it simply we all, well, most of us, got kidnapped and now are being stalked by masked people, one of them is the women who killed my mother, and the other is my father. They are trying to get some key my mother had, that will destroy all inhuman qualities, and kills mermaids, shapeshifter, centaurs and the like. Now we are trying to come up with a plan to get rid of these people, but Misty has gone haywire on us." You...you didn't just say that....did you?