The town of wolves, the grey man

[Olvelsper]

Jan lit up a flare as he entered the bottom level of the closet slash cavern to see better.

[Dracos]

It was much as he left it, the sand under his feet...no wait...there was the slightest hint of another set of footprints here.  Someone else had been here since he was last here.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Someone was trying to get the box..." Jan muttered as he traced the footsteps. Good thing he had it on his person. Turning, he started back to where he and the old man were staying.

[Dracos]

The old man seemed to have dozed off against the wall.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Jan went to check on his pack, making sure the crystal box was still in there.

[Dracos]

Yup, it was.  It glowed a bit as he pulled it out.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Jan put it back in his pack, throwing it on his back. "Hey, old man?" He shook the elderly gentleman awake. "Did you happen to go into the big building in town before I did?"

[Dracos]

"Big building...what...where are we?" He said, his eyes milky.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Jan sighed, "We're in the wolf village, for lack of a better term. Seems this place had someone else visiting before us, and they completely ransacked what valuable information the town had to offer."

[Dracos]

"Long, long ago, there was a town that guarded something important beyond measure... they knew not what it was... but only that it must be kept for all time until it was meant to be used." The old man rambled sleepily.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

'You'd think they'd tell them what that thing was.' Jan thought to himself as he  listened at the old man. His stories were always interesting, afterall.

[Dracos]

"A king in a far away land heard of this treasure that was guarded by the people and sent forth two squads of men to take it and kill all who resisted them.  These men fought their way through the forest and came to the town and demanded the treasure.  The townspeople refused to give it up."

The old man dramatically sighed.

"And so they killed them.  And killed them.  And killed them some more.  They looted, they pillaged, they plundered.  They piled up a treasure of everything that the village owned.  Still, the village chief would not relent and tell where the treasure was...  So they killed him...and he shed a single tear which formed, on hitting the bloody ground, into a bell of golden earth.  One squad left that day, carrying the ill gotten spoils they'd acquired.  The other though stayed for the treasure had clearly not yet been found.  They searched high and low before finding a cave of darkness hidden beneath the city..."

He brushed his beard.

"Here it was said that the villagers rose up to defend their treasure, their angry spirits becoming like wolves, clawing and biting and tearing them apart until not a man stood...Their treasure lost to the ages."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Old man, I have to hand it to you." Jan passed the torn up shoulder guard to the storyteller. "Here, you can have this in exchange for the story. This is the emblem of the same knights in your story."

[Dracos]

"eh, what story?" He absently replied as he shook off his lethargy and stood up, pocketing the odd knicknack.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Eh, nevermind. That and the food should cover things. You rest a while and I'll escort you back to New Brunswick, okay?"