It was misty as usual in the Steamfont mountains and inspite of the chill and damp in the air, the thrill of the upcoming hunt (and the long race through the tall grasses of the Faydarks) had my pulse racing.

It had been a long time in the planning. Many years ago, a group of Gnomes led by the evil Dirolensab had abandoned the ways of good forever to pursue chaos and plague ridden dreams. Driven out of Ak'Anon, or deep within the maze of underground caverns, these evil gnomes caused terror and havoc wherever they travelled. Now I know im no saint - but when one renegade group attacked a defenceless group of Tinkers and made off with their property - AND when one of those Tinkers happened to be my Poppa - well - it just makes a gnome take notice. Of course - the fact that they stole my Poppa's bracer - the one he had promised me - made planning this revenge even more personal.

A quick whistle to my Lupine friend and we raced off into the night. The occasional gush of steam venting from the mountains might annoy or even alarm the casual traveller - but to me - each vent had its own unique sound. Sneaking past the Kobold camps - the two of us made not even a whisper of a sound until finally we came upon Dirolensab's band.....a wild party was underway and I shuddered as I watched bones rising from the ground and poor mesmerised villagers appear to dance with their masters.

Well - I'll save the details for when you buy me a beer - but the wolf? Well she saved my bacon that day for sure. It was a sight I will not soon forget as those jaws of death closed in on our attackers. I took no delight in finally sorting through their remains - but in the end - my property was secured - and safely stashed in my loot bag.

Thank you WeepinWillow - i always return favors - and I owe you a big debt of gratitude.