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I don’t remember much. I know my name is Piket, and I know I’m cold, and hungry. I awoke to find a tall gentleman by the name of Sten Stoutarm. Before I could ask him why ere was a yellow, glowing symbol over his head, he asked me to kill some wolves and get some wolf meat. In return he’d give me some gloves. Cold and tired, I obliged. Just behind me there were about a hundred or so wolves wandering around. Why were there so many wolves? Why were they just walking around aimlessly? I felt terrible taking the lives of these innocent animals, but I went on my way.
Nervous, I approached a wolf and drew my sword. Turns out these wolves didn’t put up much of a fight. Before I knew it I had slain my first animal and humbly extracted some fresh wolf meat. I still felt badly. What did this wolf do to me? All I want is some warmth from the cold and some food. Is this how I get it? I began to question that Sten Stoutarm. Why is he having me do this awful deed? Is this a set up?
The cold of this wintery night and the promise of warm, new gloves forced me to press on. Six, seven, eight. Done. Leaving a trail of blood and carnage behind me, I approached Sten Stoutarm. He gave me my gloves immediately, and all at once I felt a warm glow all around me. Instantly I felt great, like I had reached an entirely new level of existence. I forgot about the wolves and the terrible cold. Just as quickly as it happened, that feeling went away.
I simply had get that rush again, and a had a a feeling these dwarves knew how to get it.
