Rallying the Troops

With sure and languid steps Odysseus made his way towards the caller. It was his understanding that their mission was to avenge members of Rhyme’s family and to free the captives who were still being held by the slavers. He didn’t relish the task ahead, but went to it dutifully. It would be a good day when wolves like Epitaph didn’t have to live in fear of their former captors and Odysseus was convinced that day was near.

He made short work of the distance between Abaven and Rhyme’s father and in no time at all laid eyes on the old man. Like his son, the wizened old timer shared a predominately slate coat and peculiar facial markings. Unlike his son, the man had an arrogant glint in his eye that didn’t bode well.

Reaching the man and the two wolves before him, Odysseus gave a respectful dip of his head to the leader and then turned his attention to their surroundings. He had no idea how many were joining the war party, but he was hoping for a large turnout.