As the door to my stone room opened, I was actually greeted with a fair amount of light. It took my eyes a while to adjust but it was clear after a few moments that the stone room I was in was actually a simple stone cottage with a thatch roof in the middle of a flowered meadow. The meadow itself was surrounded by the trees of a fairly thick forest of various types of trees. It looked like for all the world the cottage had been the home of some dirt farmer who had hacked out a small clearing for planting crops. It also looked for all the world that the farmer had died long ago and now his field was overgrown with many flowers and grasses that were about waist-high. There was a rock about twenty feet out from me that was like a small grey island in sea of green grass and flowers.
On that rock was a woman dressed in black leather. She had pure white hair and even at this distance I could see her silver eyes. Her body was completely covered in the leather with the exception of her arms which had black leather bracers. Her tunic was laced up the front she wore a brown leather belt on which hung a hip quiver for her arrows which were also black and a steel sword on the opposite hip. In her hands was a black and hunting bow. More notable than all this was the large grey wolf sitting next to her.
Whatever world this was, the view was still pretty good. The only thing making my wretched right now was the fact I was supposed to be marrying my love Tequila tomorrow and now there was no chance of that. Mr. Lies had truly hit me with a gut blow. I looked once more at the woman and the wolf and started to walk slowly toward them. My hand on the hilt of my sword holding it parallel to the ground, I was hoping that I was communicating caution but no hostility. If I had Pint here I would have had a match for the wolf but I was outnumbered two to one. Man, I hope the pub is OK with me gone.
The woman, nor the wolf made a move at all. When I was about two yards away I stopped.
“Your older than I expected.” The woman’s voice was light but firm.
“And I was not expecting this or you at all.”
The woman laughed. If wolves could laugh and had a feminine tone to their voice, it is how they would have sounded.
“Yes, that is why I was sent. I am your guide.”
“Guide to where?”
“The beginning of what?”
The women did not respond at first. She looked at me with her eyes more squinted.
“That is not for me to tell you. The Game Master will explain. I will take you to her.”
I frowned but had little time to think about all this. The woman suddenly stood to her feet and pointed behind her to the woods. The wolf shot off in that direction full speed and I quickly lost sight of it.
“Hurry, we must make the next watch point by nightfall or you will not be safe.”
I gulped and followed her as she set off at a good pace into the woods. This was not good.
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