Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[Toryn Togglebit]

As a traveling merchant and salvage hauler, Toryn was used to lugging a bunch of nonsense around on his back, through he never racked up this much mileage at one time before. He was starting to chafe in places that certainly did not need chafing, but it was nothing that some nice soothing powder couldn't fix later. The thought of gold and adventure helped him push through the discomfort with a smile.

Toryn spent a few minutes politely off to the side adjusting his britches while the others asked the pertinent questions. He rejoined the group and nodded sagely after listening to what the woodcutter had to say. Hmm, a trap-making wolf. This lends credence to the rumor that there may be a werewolf prowling about in these woods. Unless the wolves around here suddenly grew opposable thumbs and extra grey matter. I've seen something similar happen you know. This one time, my great grandfather's sheepdog spontaneously grew a second pair of testi- Toryn started to go off on another one of his tales again but then caught himself. Ahem. Yes, a story for another day perhaps.