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Strange people

by Hildar Stormchild

I met the strangest group of people recently. Well, perhaps that's a little hypocritical of me, considering how far I am from where I belong.
There's a strangely elegant eladrin; a stubborn dwarf with a penchant for stories and bushes, and powerful healing; a blue skinned fellow who's arrows seem guided by the wind. Together we've been hired to clear Fandlava of goblins. Oh yes, perhaps I should explain. I've discovered my time is better spent helping deal with bandits, I might as well try to do something useful with my sorry life. So I bring the everstorm to petty criminals, and let it whisk away their poor souls.
These goblins claim a werewolf (of all things) chased them out of their home, and apparently the solution to this is to steal the human village. What's wrong with the vast expanse of forest I do not know, but Kauri insists we help them so here we go. Werewolf hunting.
I think I saw lycanthrope footprints once, on Mount Crol. A strange merge of human and beast, it sends shivers down my spine to think about it, but perhaps it was another creature of the mountains. Drura would always laugh at me when I believed Balthzar's stories, but I can't help feeling like there was an element of truth in them.