[Gaunt]

Thankee, Eomer, Thankee.

I recounted this tale, with a stylistic flourish here and there, exactly as it was told to me by a wandering old man. Formerly of the village, he had grown disillusioned after the terror of the Warg-a-tron and had failed to settle back into village life. He now wanders from place to place, drinking in local taverns and telling his tale if he is plied with enough ale. He had filled the gaps in his knowledge about the tale by speaking to some of the bandits who had worked for the magician when he met them by chance in a distant inn.

Besides his story, he told me something interesting. One man to whom he told his story said he had heard talk of Wargs before, from a certain tavern owner named Raderak in a coastal town to the West. I intend to travel there and speak to this tavern owner as soon as possible. If he truly has something interesting to tell, I will report it here.

By the way Eomer, you must tell me how I can join and play a game of werewolf. It sounds good.