Neeerowolf had packed up a bag of belongings. His outfit had changed signifigantly. He was no longer the chaotic-nightblade that he was, but he had gone back to being stealthy. He had two large kakutes, or, knives that fit on your fingers like rings, several shurikens, a kama, caltrops, and a katana. He was ready to take on this new island.
"Hello, I would like to be taken to dereth, if you may."
They elves eyed him catious, seeing elven features, and reluctantly let him board the boat, where he sat down and meditated.