Setting Off

You rationalise that the mountain summit would be a less obvious place than the meadow for a werewolf of just average intelligence to go about his business. In anticipation, you lick your lips but at the same time wonder about this "Ol' Firestarter." You ask your new supervisor about him.

"Don't ask questions," she advises, her face growing even paler. "Just mind your own business, and you'll be fine. I promise."

The two of you shake hands in a very businesslike manner, and soon afterward, you set off in search of an apprenticeship where the villagers are meaty and tender.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

You set off in the direction of the mountain village.

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