*7hading out a little late, aren't you? The guard at the wall looks at you passively. You grunt in response and head through the opened gate, "Nobody s gonna go looking Tor your corpse ifyou don't returnf* the guard shouts at your back. You ended up embarking out on the road much later than you had hoped events in town saw to that — but as dusk settles on the horizon you feel confident that you are up to any threat you might face. And then begins the howling of wolves — vicious, foul beasts — and, judging from their sounds, they seem to be getting closer.