The late morning air was warmer than he remembered, a long while he had been gone since his journey with Grayell, and the woman Kiko. The Worgen had changed since before he left and traveled farther north to the tundras of his homeland. He noticed some changes that had occurred in Wistvale in his absence, and thought it would be a good idea to check the council hall for Grayell, or maybe even the other members of The Guard. He stood before the council doors, sighing deeply.
This....this is home...
He thought to himself as he pushed the doors open. A lightly armored man approached the Worgen, hand on the hilt of his sword.
Who goes there? What business do you have at the Council Hall?
He asked, stopping a few feet from Zaedus. The Worgen reached up drawing his hood back, staring at the man. The young man eyed him, then as if smacked by his own mother realized who the Worgen was. He stood straight and saluted.
Captain!....it has been a long time....I take it you are here to see the members of the council or the guard?
Zaedus nodded.
Indeed, more so Grayell than anyone else. Is he around as of late?
The Guard shrugged, and looked to Zaedus.
He comes and goes Captain, I cannot say more on his whereabouts.
Zaedus nodded, and turned to leave.
I shall try the Tavern, good day.
He left, leaving the you man to his duties.
(( This is pretty much giving reason for Zaedus' absence not too much a role play. ))