***Wolf’s Narrative***
Story of how Wolf met Blue and Oak
When I was about fourteen years old, Marchus was taking me to Niro to study in the Bookhouse there. We were camped late one evening in Two of Three Meadows, eating our meal in relative silence, with our fire burning low so we would not attract the wrong kind of attention. It was not uncommon for Trolls to rummage the area, and it was not long before we heard the rustle of the breaking branches associated with the large beasts.
Marchus used his magic to create a rush of water from his hand that doused the fire, and he told me to hide. I instead pulled my sword, and against my master's wishes, I followed the noise, Marchus right behind me. It was not often I disobeyed then, but I had a terrible feeling about this particular instanc
