The Howling

The shutters were closed and barred, and the doors were boarded up. Kamiran kin Margen, one of the tavern’s owners, kept a silent vigil by the fireside while the guests filed out of the common room. The Red Rock Tavern was locked up for the night.

Corvis, Perris, Thuramarsh and Samira climbed the stairs to their rooms while Rover and Sariel chose to stay downstairs. Rover curled up by the fireside, occasionally twitching in his sleep. Sariel fell into her trance-like state, a legacy of her Elvish heritage. The room fell quiet as the night settled in…

… and then the howling began.

The sound seemed to come from all directions, echoing off the high buildings and town walls. Wolves? Wargs? Werewolves perhaps? No one was keen to venture outside to investigate … without any weapons. They had stashed them in a safe place outside of the town to avoid a confrontation with the guards. Now they were feeling more vulnerable than ever.

Booted footsteps could be heard outside in the market square. Guards patrolling, with torches blazing brightly. No one else could be seen in the streets… and the howling went on.

Dawn came, silently. No roosters cried or dogs barked. But the village came to life as shutters were opened and people pushed their handcarts filled with wares to the market square.

The Cobbler

Sariel watched as Kamiran stood up and stretched, his joints stiff from his nightly vigil. He turned to nod at Rover and Sariel and began unbarring the doors and windows. The fire had burned low but still gave a gentle glow. Noises from people moving about upstairs could be heard. Thuramarsh and Perris came down the stairs, followed by Samira. Corvis was nowhere to be seen – probably still asleep.

• Plan to retrieve the weapons first
• Visit Samira’s mentor
• Uncover a mystery
• discover what a culvert is
• Retreive the weapons