Re: The Slaying Stone
"I plan to plunder those murderous bastards," was what Gale told you when she invited you along on this adventure, "Poetic justice for what they did to the people of Kiris Dahn. Every coin, and every drop of blood they lose will be payback for those poor folks' ruined lives. What you do with your share is up to you, of course, but there's a lot of homeless children I plan to feed with my share."
Of course, no good deed goes unpunished. It's been a long and grueling journey. As if that weren't enough, the weather has turned sour.
A cold wind whips sleet at you and tears at your cloaks. The moon is shrouded behind a gray haze, and you hear wolves baying in the dark woods all around. Against the dusky sky, you can just make out the shadow of a low tower. A lantern burns in one of its windows and begins to sway, beckoning you toward the safety of shelter.
The lantern swinging in the window ahead reflects off several sets of eyes in the forest around you. You hear low growling as wolves emerge from between the gray tree trunks. Most of the wolves look half-starved, and they charge toward you.
"And just as we're about to make it to shelter," Gale sighs, "If these wolves turn out to be more than we can handle, we should make a break for the tower."