[color:"#a0a0ff"]Your werewolf companion was once the leader of a great clan. His ancestors used to come regulary,[/color]
the crystal sung.. whispered... sorrow was in his tune.
[color:"#a0a0ff"]They sat side by side with the orcs and the kobolds, united in the bond of mutual respect and understanding. They sang their songs at the fire, in their camps and howled at the moon together... then the bond was loosened and eventually forgotten... they started to growl at each other, later on they hunted and killed instead of singing together...
Your companion is the last of his kin... And the werewolf ballad would have ceased forever if you had not rescued him.
Regard this:
The tune between the races, the harmony binding them together is gone forever...
This is the age of steel and blood...
The song between individuals is still alive...
And you have renewed this bond - but only between him and you, not between his race and yours.[/color]
"I don't like this archaic world... how can I return to mine? And take Wolfy with me?"
The crystal danced around me and its music changed to bubbling laughter, full of fondness and eternal patience.
