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[center][b]Kalar Splint, Chief Ranger of Galuntrung Keep.[/b][/center]

[center][b]Traveling east along the Geshmere Road. 12 miles east of Merandin.[/b][/center]

Kalar's hard stare softened into a mischievous smile, "No, nothing wrong with that at all. Still, it is odd that you would travel by yourself... but that will have to be a story for another day. I can see that your are no evident threat to myself or my men, and we've matters to attend to. Forgive my accusation, sometimes my manners escape me." 

The Galuntrung Rangers were slowly walking back towards Kalar and the Wolf Girl, their pace hesitant and cautious. A quick nod from their leader set them at ease though, and they resolved to wait for him on the roadway. 

Looking back at young bardess, Kalar gambled with his judgement. "We head for Okly, a small village a few miles down the road. I fear for its inhabitants, though I know not why; I can only say that something in my gut tells me fell things have befallen the settlement. The caravan we found ailed from there, and it was not the work of bandits, but something far more destructive. If we happen upon evil, we will need all the help we can get. For a few silver coins, would you be interested in accompanying us to the village? My mother used to tell me that in certain circumstances, a good bard can make all the difference, and my father often agreed when he was sober enough to manage. If Okly is okay, then we'll part ways, but if not, perhaps I could extend your contract." 

The Chief Ranger rested on his bow stave, awaiting the Wolf Girl's response.