Coming through the heavy wood, they made way through a break of osier trees. Frollo with his new acquaintances came by an opening and passing by a rocky outcropping they then felt a chill wind cross them. The small party looked up to see a tall, dark figure in rags surrounded by what they could only imagine to be a legendary forest Wolve. The thing, or what one would surmise to be a children’s tale of a fae, a bogey creature greeted them in a low and reedy voice.It said nothing frightful, but the air around its words felt of ice and dread…It asked what they were doing there. Frollo Bach hesitantly spoke, “We are searching for my brother…sir.

-Excerpted from Other Tales and Forgotten Things

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