(It's been a bit since I last wrote, so please no hate.)

The wolf man chuckled.

"I guess that overgrown toothpick found another, eh?" His deep, almost growl-like voice rumbled through the air.

"What are you talking about?" The hero asked, the slightest bit of fear evident in their voice.

The wolf man laughed, sounding as if the air itself was torn in the process. "The stories all say that it is missing for hundreds of years before it chooses a hero, when it's only been gone a year at most."

The hero's eyebrows shoot up. "But how-"

"Because it tampers with the world's memory. Makes people think the last hero died in some grand battle long ago." He sighs. "Honestly, I was one of the lucky ones. Took five years for the transformation to begin, and I got to keep my humanity afterwards." He snarls, his hackles raised like a furious hellhound.

"Wait, what? What are you saying?!"

"I'm saying that 'the legendary sword's is a cursed blade. The razor always chooses a hero, only to transform them into a monster sometime after a year has passed, change the world's memory of them, and then rip their sanity away." The wolf man looks the hero in the eyes. "They almost always become one of the first evils the next hero must defeat. I'm lucky, because I'm still me. Means the blade won't label me as evil, since even now I do heroic shit when I can."

"Are you always this... Crass?"

"What do you think, kid?"

The hero huffs in annoyance. "I may be younger than you, but I'm not a kid. My name is Alex."

The wolf man chuckled lightly. "Such an ambiguous name must help hide your identity at times. After all, I STILL can't tell what you are, aside from human."

"Hey! I might not be the most developed, but I'm still a-"

"I could care less about what's in your pants, shortstack, as long as you're willing to help me with something." The wolf man slowly pulls a scroll from his cloak, setting it on the table as the hero sits across from him.

"What... Is that?" They ask.

"Info regarding the forging of the Razor. Best lead I have towards destroying the damn thing." He grins, wider than any other in this conversation.

"YOU WANT TO-"

He claps a hand over the hero's mouth. "Shut it, unless you want to die!" He growls out in a whisper. "If the church hears that someone wants to destroy the damn thing, I'll never have another damn moment of peace. Just pretend that I'm looking for a way to make it stronger when we're in cities or towns. That is, if you'll help me."

They bite their lip in thought, before sighing. "Will I be affected by the curse if we... Y'know?"

He laughs. "Who knows?! That's half the fun of doing this. I've got some theories, but we'll have to take a look at where this hint leads to figure out the truth. Besides, if it still affects you, I'll do my best to keep you sane when you change."

A deep sigh escapes the hero's lips. "Fuck it, I'm in. Where to?"

(Not quite sure why, but I felt the urge to make most of the hero's identity pretty ambiguous, as I'm sure you noticed.)