Finding what is lost

Perhaps Basilisk should have spent a little more time with his Grandfather learning how to craft weapons. But it wasn’t a skill that Azure had seemed to value, and Basilisk hadn’t had much time for it in his youth. Now he was down a blacksmith, and missing a pack wolf. “Coal…” he muttered out loud, turning back and looking at the blazing toned wolf. He felt the clue form into a piece they could hunt down. The hunt was on.

“The best place to get coal is in the Northern Mines, located just to the East of the Mile-High Woods.” He explained. He gave the smithy a final glance over, but he knew her clue was the best they had to go on. “Let’s go.” He said, already deciding to drag her along on this quest.