Chapter 2—Orders are Orders

A werewolf warrior stepped out of the crevice behind Jonathan and Sukaria. He spoke in a gruff voice.

"The wolf king will see you now." The two of them followed the warrior into the fissure in the stone. They walked down long, dim hallways, the only light provided by torches spaced evenly along the walls. They came to two large steel-braced oak doors. The werewolf pushed one of the doors open and gestured for them to go through.

The two stepped through the double doors. They were in a large stone room, at the end of which was a throne. The figure sitting on it was an imposing one.

The Wolf King sat on the throne, covered in light brown fur with white fangs protruding down from his upper lip. His shoulder and leg plates shone in the dim, flickering light cast by the torches. He exuded an air of power and might.

Jonahtan and Sukaria slowly walked forward until they were a few yards away, then respectfully dropped to one knee. The Wolf King spoke.

"Rise, my loyal subjects. I have a mission of the greatest importance for you."

Sukaria spoke in a reverent tone.

"My king, I am honored that you would entrust me with such a mission. I am grateful for your trust in me."

"As am I," said Jonathan.

"I know that I can trust you two to complete this mission successfully. It is vital to my plans that this be carried out."

"What must we do, my king?" said Sukaria.

"You must travel to Battleon. There, in Yulgar's Inn, you will find a Guardian named Xhar. I want him dead. The sooner the better. After you have killed him, return here and report back to me."

"What crime has he committed, to deserve to die?" asked Jonathan,.

"Do not question my orders! You know all that you need to know. You do not need more information."

"Yes, my king." Sukaria and Jonathan said together. They strode out of the room.