Chapter 20

Wolf and the Cartographer

Within this spacious edifice that Holo had been delivered to and who had to suffer herself to await outside its confines, there was a man sitting behind a desk of maple within an office who seemed to be in the process of sorting out his expenses. The majority of his day was as expected; arise early and have some of his man and maid servants ignite the fire places, prepare food and maintain the living quarters. Though it should be noted that the function of this building served as more than a simple inn, for travelers who came this way usually dawned more rigorous professions that what is accustomed to the more civilized areas of the world.

With quill in hand the individual wrote out his records with a hasty calm in his penmanship. His attire and physical features were as expected for one who tends to frontiersmen such as a simple shirt, vest and pants of plain color. He had a light beard of deep brown with lighter hair that was kept somewhat loose and trim. His green eyes lifted towards the corridor to where he heard the main entrance open and one of his greeters express their welcomes but was put off when the only answer was a set of foot steps coming towards his dwellings.

The office door opened and suddenly his eyes came in view with a black and gold shepherd dog who, when seeing the man, trotted up to him and elevated his paw in his lap and began sniffing his face with a wagging tail. The man began to pet the dog while saying in a warm greeting to him, "Well there boy, if you are here then your master is not too far behind."

"Ivan…"

Upon hearing the voice Ivan reverently closed his eyes and took one long, silent breathe. He then raised his eyes past the hound who also looked back to where the vocal presence had originated.

And there stood the masked man of whom a mutual acquaintance had previously been established in which Ivan gave him a quick glance over to take in his ragged form. He nearly laughed at the sight of his left eye which was still swollen and looked more like a plumb attached to his face.

"Still doing…whatever it is that you do?" inquired the man at the desk while still showing Kaytaff the affection he desired.

"I have come here because I need a…"

Ivan was quick to cut him off, "The unwavering nerve you show is truly miraculous! Look at you, you come through my door looking as though you've been dragged through every hellish underbelly imaginable and then recruit some poor fool to your cause, then when it is all said and done, simply go on your merry way while those foolish enough to go along with you suffer in silence."
Ranger straightened his neck and replied with a stern tone of conviction, "What happened on that day was not my fault."

Ivan's hands stopped petting Kaytaff, who leaned up and began sniffing his face to encourage him to continue. He slowly turned his head more fully towards the masked man and knitted his eyebrows in the angles of eternal fury, "So that is how you live with yourself? Shift the blame so that you may walk uprightly?"

"I shoulder the burdens in my own way."

He looked down at the hound who had glossy eyes and went to lick the man who pulled back then began rubbing his ears and scalp, "You know, it was a smart move to have your dog be the first one to greet me or this conversation may never have happened."

He then gently pushed the dog off of him and pointed for him to heal by his master and said, "Thank you for stopping by, be sure the door does not hit you on the way out."

Ranger, who was never known to go down so easily in any conflict said with a slight hint of submissiveness, "Ivan I need your help."

His head perked up, "What did you say?"

The eyes of the masked man scrunched slightly before repeating, "I said 'I need your help.'"

"Well there's a new one, just how far has your desperation pushed you?"
"You do not understand."

"Don't I? It's always been about accomplishing your task no matter what the consequences to other people."

"It is not wholly my interests that I am engaged in but am proving to be a beneficiary for someone else."

Ivan contorted his eyebrows from their usual fashion, "You brought someone with you?"

"Yes, she is still in the wagon.

"She?' he then smirked, ' you have a woman with you? You never cease to amaze me. I can only imagine what caused you to be a gallant knight and carry a woman off into the sunset."

"It is more complicated than that."

"I've seen it all. Young girls hire mercenaries to save their fathers or brother from debtors or bandits. I never thought you so cordial unless a higher means was in it for you."

"You have not seen it all, this woman is more than seven centuries your elder."

Ivan sat forward, "What are you talking about, exactly who have you encountered?"

That is when the atmosphere became all the more mysterious.

"She is a long lost native of Yoites, the last of the Kenrou who is also with child."

It was then that Ivan slowly rubbed his face with both hands and muttered, "Damn you…' then closing the bindings of his ledgers, 'What do you need help with?"

That is when Ranger took a seat opposite from where he was sitting in which Kaytaff chose to lay down.

"I need the most recent map you have concerning the layout of Yoites."

"I have many maps that are recent from the past few expeditions but not all of them agree with each other."

"The most accurate one then."

"They are all fairly accurate."

"Do any include the uncharted areas?"

Ivan scratched his chin, "You're really planning to go that far in?"

"Or even beyond. Do you have any chart of where the old village is?"

Ivan slanted his head in a peculiar fashion, "Exactly what is it you are up to?"

The masked man kept his eyes constrained on the one behind the desk, "We are looking for someone who has something of great value to the Kenrou woman."

"Who and what?"

"I am trying to track down and hunt the insurer."

Ivan's stiffness became much more rigid on that remark, "You're chasing down a ghost, no one knows who he is, not even your dear count."

"We do know, does the name Jurgen De Buhr bare any resemblance to you?"

The man nearly laughed, "Lord De Buhr? You really believe him to be this silent terror that has been plaguing the land?"

"One of his cohorts, Evgeny Ovechkin confirmed it."

"Of Nabakov trading?" said he with nearly flabbergasted credulity, "I don't see why they would-"

Ranger then cut him off, "There is a secret society of those who worship the moon hunting bear, I thought them to be all eradicated, however they have returned as strong as ever and De Buhr fronts them. He has been hunting down the other pagan gods as discretely as possible and his campaign has led him to Holo."

"Holo?"

"That is her name."
"I see, and what exactly did he take from this woman?"

"Her husband and father of the infant she carries."

Ivan rested his head upon his hand which was being supported by the desk, "That still does not answer why you have brought her along."

"Originally, I along with Matthias, Jabari and Angelo were going to have them moved to a safe house while we took care of the other formalities, but we were ambushed and that led to the kidnapping of both the husband and Matthias and the death of the others."

"Jabari and Angelo have perished then?" said Ivan with sorrow.

"It has come to that, however our trials did not end there, the safe house I was taking Holo to had already been compromised. Therefore we agreed to venture together."

"You have no support then in this region?"

"Correct, however the Kenrou woman has decent merchant skills which have been used to obtain profit here and there while providing a workable alias. Aside from that her wolf abilities have proved quite useful when the occasion calls for it."

"But why does this take you two to Yoites?"

"Because that is where Evgeny claimed the insurer dwells, more specifically a mansion off the bank of a river."

"Yoites has plenty of rivers."

"Yes but he also mentioned the old village, that is where the search needs to start."

Ivan rubbed his brow, "Very well then, you've twisted my arm once more. But before I help you there are a few things you are to do for me."

The moments outside of the lodge were focused mainly on Holo and Edmund who sat and awaited in the stillness of the air for whatever outcome would ensue between the masked man and this supposed contact. Holo's head perked upon hearing the door open and a set of feet transcending the wooden steps that matched Ranger's physique. From there it was not long before he was seen coming around the structure and approaching the wagon.

"What news?" asked Holo.

"He wishes to see you."

She put her hand to her chest, "Why me?"

"That is simply what he desires, best not to disappoint him."

Both individuals dismounted and were led within the lodge, Edmund was told to wait outside in the lobby while the woman was taken to the back office. When she had entered she found that Kaytaff was again taking an unusual liking to the man sitting behind the desk, who acknowledged her presence with a turn of the head yet remained seated.

Before she was about to make a formal introduction the man simply said, "Take off your hat."

Stifled at the bluntness of his request she was about to make a retort when Ranger urged her to do as instructed. The ushanka was removed in which her ears were plainly visible to all within the room.

Ivan crooked his head then said, "And do you also have a tail?"

She reluctantly turned around and pulled up on the hems of her skirt to lift the brim then flexed the tail in such a fashion that it was able to poke out and create an outline in the cloth. Once finished she turned about face and inquired somewhat harshly with her arms folded, "Satisfied?"

Ivan kept his expression neutral and replied, "Some things you have to see for yourself."

She turned to Ranger, "So I take it he has been brought up to speed on the whole endeavor then?"

"More or less,' said Ivan who continued, 'do know that assisting you in this matter is somewhat of a conflict of interest for me."

"Why is that?"

"Because I have business arrangements with Jurgen De Buhr."

"Excuse me!?" stammered Holo who took a step back.

"Everyone up here has a partnership with him in some way or another, that is why Cross Iron has been so deeply renovated and that is how I was able to upgrade my lodge. However I did not know he was the insurer."

"Exactly what does the man do to earn his income?"

"He is one of the Lord's of the northlands but for me and other settlements, he owns the land in which we are established therefore a leasing and property taxes belong to him. But knowing what I do now, I am sure not all of his business practices are considered legitimate by the standards of a law abiding citizen."

"Nor by Pagan gods." said Holo.

"I am sorry that this tragedy has befallen you."

"If you are to help us in finding where he roosts then I will consider more of your apology."

"With that the most I can do is point you in the right direction but much of the searching will still be in your hands."

"You do not know where in Yoites he is?"

"Well my dear it was not until recently that I learned that is where he stays. But all is not lost come follow me."

As Ivan was about to stand she noticed he took up two objects in both hands that were leaning against the desk. They were crutches that he used to stabilize himself as he hopped around to the door. When his full body was in view that is when Holo realized why he did not stand in the first place to great her, his right leg did not fill the pant leg below the knee, the man was an amputee.

Ivan noticed her looking and said, "Oh this? You can ask your friend here how that happened."

She traded glances with Ranger who only let out a flustered sigh.

They followed the man through the main lobby where Edmund was waiting and did not suppose he should follow when he saw them. Ivan took note of the missionary's presence and stopped to quickly assess his needs.

"Can I help you with anything?"

Before Edmund could construct a response of his own, Holo quickly answered for him, "He is with us."

Ivan then looked to Ranger with a reprehensible eye as if to disapprove of him failing to mention their was a third individual in the party. He swiftly shook his head that displayed his inner negativity as he muttered, "Damn it all-just find a place to sit."

There was an ever more intrusive demeanor in his stride as the nubs of his crutches smote the hard wood floors with more bellow. While our two adventurers were in tow Ranger made a quick side glance and asked of the man, "Can you be trusted not to escape?"

Edmund raised his hand to the square and stated, "On my honor I shall be here when you return."

Vaguely convinced the masked man went his way to the location of Ivan's desiring. The amputee prevailed them to a wider room with a grand rectangular table as the center piece with a plethora of rolled up maps and sketches with the tools for the benefit of a cartographer close by.

They were instructed where to sit while Ivan sorted through the wares.

"Now let us see." he mumbled before pulling out a larger roll and laid it out before them on the table.

It was clearly a description of the landscape that clearly caught Holo's intrigue but Ranger remained skeptical.

"Is that the most accurate map you have?"

"It is the largest which would serve you best."

"Let us hope." replied Holo as she scanned over the multiple legends.

Ivan then obtained a caliper and small rod and began pointing at the various spaces of land, "This is where we are, and all this is where Jurgen could possibly be."

It was no small feat to obtain an accurate hypothesis to where the man's location may be, for the landmarks that Holo did recognize such as Lenos, Lesko and Nyohirra were but fragments of ground compared to the vastness of Yoites and the Dolan planes. Rivers were numerous and etched in like lightning strikes until they receded into nothingness which indicated that the areas of blank parchment had yet to be drawn out.

Ranger then looked upon Ivan and asked curiously, "You do not know where he dwells?"

Ivan was not so keen to answer but eventually gave the accounting despite his reluctance, "Normally he sends a representative out once a month to collect services who also serves as a courier between parties. He also takes and fills orders for me when I need them."

"By what method does the representative travel?"

"On horseback."

"From where does he come?"

"I could never get a straight answer out of him however I have seen him on occasion traveling to and from a passage we have come to call Trapper's loop because it seems to be the one place the fur traders will come to gather and do business."

"Where does that lead?" asked Ranger.

"It will split in a few directions, out in that region you have Kanik basin, Glacier pass and Moah canyon." with each of these names a finger rested to where on the map they could be found.

Holo then interjected, "That very large mountain that is off in the distance, where is that?"

Ivan guided his finger to to a large mass that was on the border of the Dolan planes, "That is here and very far out of the way."

"Does it have a name?"

"Yes that is the Ketchiwa mountain."

"That is where Lawrence is."

The air became deathly silent upon her declaration. She however, remained clear and confident in her conviction despite being in the face of overwhelming doubt.

"I think it's a bit early to be so bold my dear,' said Ivan with reason, 'before we just jump to a conclusion we should…"

Holo suddenly spoke to him, "Tell me, whenever you have requested an order, how soon was it able to come to you?"

He looked up while fiddling with on of his crutches, "From the time I send it off to the time I receive it, I would say at least two weeks."

"In many cases an order comes once a month even for more civilized areas, yet here you are on the edge of wilderness and you can get a special request in half the time."

Ivan paused while Ranger said nothing, only listening with his arms folded. Holo then leaned forward pressed her finger to a a sliver of water that had yet to be shown its full extent.

"They travel by river, that is how they move so quickly and I am sure it is this one."

Ivan leaned forward, "The Siakluk? What makes you think they use that river? No one knows where it goes."

Holo traced her hand down to a depiction of settlement, "Because this river passes by Cross Iron. Before that it comes through here a few miles outside of Nyohirra after it splits from the Roef which is a split from the Roam river which is one of the few rivers that are connected to the great sea."

The last two of the rivers mentioned were wide and a popular means of transport among kingdoms which Holo explained more deeply, "If I were a man like Jurgen who needed to be connected and efficient yet far away enough to remain discrete I would use the rivers to my advantage for they can be quicker than horse, and I would be sure to have a set up where I could be connected to the Roam. This way I could still function despite the distance."

"What makes you so sure though that he is at Ketchiwa?"

"I am not, all I know is that Evgeny said that Jurgen had a mansion near the old village of Yoites on the banks of its many rivers. The Siakluk appears to be heading towards Ketchiwa but the map is incomplete. I do not see many rivers say a few, they must be further up this way into the uncharted sections."

Ranger then spoke, "Your logic is sound, however the reason these areas are uncharted is most likely due to the harsh climates of the region making it virtually uninhabitable."

A subtle sigh passed overhead and fell upon their ears as Ivan rested himself upon his elbows, "That is not wholly the reason why no man's land is uncharted."

"No man's land?" inquired the masked man with intrigued interest.

"Yes that is what we have come to call it, and it is not completely uninhabited."

Holo turned her head more towards him and asked with a whim of excitement in her serious tone, "I was led to believe that it has become a land of desolation, who could still live up this far?"

With a dismal undertone in his squinting eyes Ivan responded with a deep fear in his voice, "The savages."

Her ears straightened and flexed upon the announcement before she gave a quick glance to Ranger who remained silent, indicating he was just as ignorant on the issue. She then asked the only being who had any indication on what he spoke.

"Who?"

Becoming slightly perturbed with what he knew, Ivan let out a deep breath before divulging more, "They have lived here for many centuries, some believe they've been around since the times of the wolf gods. They are a simple people of a dark skinned lineage who live off the wilderness like animals."

Holo's memory suddenly perked, "Yes I do recall a few human tribes in Yoites who lived within the tents made of deer and elk skins. They worshipped us as great spirits, but we found them relatively harmless for they typically remained within their own territories. I believe we called them Inuits which simply stood for 'the people.'"

"Well the trappers call them Injuns, the church calls them heathens, but us locals refer to them as savages and nothing more or less."

"Why is that? They were one of the only few people who could co exist with nature."

Twisting an eyebrow Ivan said, "Because any man who goes up there seldom returns and the ones who have speak of great horrors that were inflicted upon them or their troupe by these people."

"What horrors do they inflict?"

"Scalping heads or placing them on pikes, there were some reports of human sacrifice."

"You saw this happen?"

"Not I, but one of the sole survivors of the last expeditions northward who had been captured by these land dwellers. He had returned with the body of an associate of mine whom he kept on the back of a packing mule. When I lifted the blanket that concealed him I found the top of his head crowning nothing but a bloody skull. When I inquired what had happened, he explained all that he had seen when captive which has given me the information that I've just given to you."

Holo, though convinced displayed one element of skepticism when she said, "I do feel there is a bit more to this story and that is the real purpose of this expedition and what exactly drew this man to that place."

Ivan shifted slightly and said with a disconcerted persona, "The expedition was going to be a means by securing new land, the head of this was a hired bounty hunter who goes by the name Nikiski who was charged with a group of mercenaries who was also the last one left."

The she wolf then changed her demeanor to that of playful scolding, "So you sought to steal the land of it's original inhabitants. Even a wolf knows that should he go into the a bear's territory with the intent of mark it for his own would not be shown much compassion by his pack mates if he returned mauled."

Ivan squinted painfully, "There is more to it. The expedition was originally influenced by some raids that the savages have inflicted upon some of the villagers who wished to settle in those areas. As far as I know they had been pillaged without provocation."

"Invading one's territory can be provocation enough." remarked Holo.

"Perhaps the reason for their hostility is because they are protecting more than just land." said Ranger.

"Are you implying that the Inuits are guarding Jurgen's mansion?" inquired Holo with still sincerity.

Ranger rested his finger on the map and declared, "Jurgen's whereabouts, the uncharted sections, the Inuit attacking those who come too close. It cannot be a coincidence."

"Some of these lands are sacred, in fact there have been some reports of ancient ruins deep in the mountains." said Ivan.

"I agree with my counterpart.' said Holo, 'A man as dedicated as Jurgen could not leave himself so easy to get to."

"It's a suicide run if you want my opinion."

Ranger looked upon him sternly, "We do not need your opinion we need provisions for the long trek ahead."

"Very well then I can supply you with whatever you can afford, don't expect too generous a discount though." replied Ivan.

"She can handle the expenses." said Ranger when leaning his head towards Holo.

"Well then, there may be hope for a discount yet." said Ivan with a soft smile, "For you, I will be willing to lend you a room for the night free of charge."

"We cannot be staying the night." said Ranger.

Ivan then choose to dawn his assertive mantle, "I cannot tell you how to go about your business, but I do know the sight of someone who is worn down. Surely even you have your limits, I say rest up for one night."

Before a reply could be made on the warrior's side Holo quickly addressed him, "Yes please, a chance to rejuvenate should be taken."

After a moment of contemplation, Ranger heaved one of his sighs of stubbornness, "Very well, but we leave before sunrise."

Ivan collected his crutches and arose, "If that be the case then let us get you accommodated. And of course when I say 'you' I mean her." said he while pointing a nub towards Holo whom he fortunately had mutual respect for.

They exited the map room and passed through the dining room which the staircase that led to the upper levels were extended. Edmund was found sitting at one of the vacant tables who gave a passive nod as to acknowledge their presence. He was vaguely heeded as the three individuals advanced up the stairs.

Ivan led them down the hall to a room that was in the process of being reassembled after its previous tenants had disturbed it. He dismissed the staff who were setting the bed and requested of them to make ready the guest room on the lower level.

Ivan then opened up the window nearby then began tying off one of the bedsheets to the bed post before tossing outside so that it may drape along outside.

This unique activity caused Holo to ponder and say aloud, "I have no quarrel with using the front door."

Ivan smirked and replied, "This room is not meant for you."

"Then for who?"

"Anyone who decides to investigate your handy work back at Cross Iron."

She nodded and remained silent as they were led back the way they had originally proceeded and down to the lower levels whose entrance was gained by descending down a small flight of stairs made of stonework that revealed a wood iron door that was locked at all times save when the host desired it to be opened. After withdrawing a stash of keys that were encircled by a metal ring, Ivan opened the door and proceeded to go in.

After taking one of the lit torches posted by the inner doorway he lit the stands that gave light to all the room and what Holo saw she was not expecting. It was an armory.

Crates and barrels filled with arrows of different makes were in great abundance. Swords, bows and shields hung on the walls. Various types of armors made of leather and raw hyde were resting upon lengthy shelves. It was a room fitting to arm an armada if the need ever arose.

"There is no lack of security here." remarked Holo.

"Neither is there a lack of funds." came the rejoinder of Ivan.

After prodding about the wares, Holo said, "I am not sure how much this will all cost however I am also interested in purchasing some blankets and warm clothing for the winter."

Ivan hobbled up to her and replied, "That can be arranged, I'm only leading you down here because your companion will most likely grab a few things but take hours to do it. So follow me to our wardrobe. I only hope I have something good enough to meet his superior needs." he finished with a snark.

As she followed him back up the stairs she turned to witness for herself whether or not the attention to detail Ranger apparently had for weapons of war was an exaggeration. And indeed he could be found handling a few articles and giving them the utmost assiduity. It could not help but remind her of Lawrence and his overwhelming concern for the quality of his products during his times as a traveling merchant.

She was led back up to the dining hall and detoured around a hallway that rested on the right side of the first stair well. This time however she bade Edmund to join them, who showed slight reluctance in doing so in consideration of the demeanor of the one who kept him captive.

Alas they were united and were seen following the amputee through the corridor until making an abrupt right through the first doorway found and into a more abiding chamber. Instead of finding workmanship of metals this was a great collection of garb in which Holo seemed more satisfied.

It took some time for her to attain that which would suit her interests best. For most of the winterized clothing that Ivan kept was not tailored with a petite sized woman in mind. Of the blankets, not only did she prefer them warm yet soft but also required them to be absent of a stuffy scent. For her nose was a sensitive one indeed.

Alas she was content with a wool blanket outlined in plaid, a pair of mittens, a nit cap, an extra wool pair of leggings (which would need to be modified on account of her tail) and a thick shirt that could button up from the nape to the chin for added warmth. The most difficult to find was that of a jacket, for she desperately tried in vain to find one that resembled the one that was taken from her.

Edmund assisted in picking out some jackets that he felt would match her attire but it was a fool's hope. As they were sorting, Holo finally summoned the nerve to ask of Ivan, "So what happened to your leg?"

He stopped abruptly and gazed harshly up towards the ceiling before muttering, "I do not want to talk about it and trust me, you do not want to hear it."

She spoke no more on the topic as she began sorting through the rest of the garments. While the she wolf and missionary were pre occupied, Ivan found it appropriate to depart from them and head down to the cellar were Ranger was still examining the armory.

His examinations were above and beyond that of the modest man when testing their metal. Not only did each sword, dagger and arrow need to pass the visual inspection, but he also tested their weight and durability and various ways, all to find that which he would be content with.

Ranger noted the advance of the amputee and motioned over with his shoulder, "I know not where you obtained those arrows but they were cheaply made."

He looked over and beheld a pile of broken shafts and fletchings laying near the barrel the contained them when they were still whole. He let out a loud groan of unbelievable agitation, "You broke all of them!?"

"Better they break here then on the fields."

"You could have just told me! Of course it's not as though I should expect you to pay for them!"

"What is a steeper price, a few coins or the reputation of an arms dealer who sells defective equipment? Besides Holo would be the best one to receive any renumeration from."

Ivan rubbed his trembling brow before speaking, "Having someone else paying for your deeds, where have I heard this before?"

Ranger made no response as was his usual habit of dealing with confrontation. Eventually he laid upon a table a short sword that was double edged and a curved dagger. Ivan looked upon them curiously and said, "Don't tell me you're downgrading."

The masked man then impassively replied, "These are not for me but for her."
Ivan bit his lower lip and said with cautious subtly, "Speaking of 'her,' how much does she know?"

"She has little memory of her homeland."

"I mean, does she know about you?"

Ranger stopped and stared at the wall, "She knows enough."

"Well then you better pray she does not meet someone in the ancient village who is old enough to remember the man you once were."
Ranger turned to face him and said darkly, "That man is dead and forgotten, bury him."

The sun was receding beyond their view of the globe which turned the vista of trees into jagged silhouettes fronting the golden horizon. Ivan was standing behind the counter of one of his checkout rooms with Holo and Ranger in front with their selections brandished atop the surface. Edmund at this point had already been ushered into the room Ivan desired them to stay.

Most of the items fore mentioned were present with the addition of provisions for the wilderness such as consumables that could withstand cold weather and a stick of magnesium and flint for fire building. Ivan was simply writing out a receipt, summing the cost then factoring the discount he would bestow upon Holo.

It came to an approximate total of forty silver Trenni pieces which Holo found to be steep. "One could live modestly for one week on one silver alone." said she.

"Not in wild lands,' Ivan refuted, 'Supply and demand, shipping, scarcity it all drives the prices up. That's why you won't meet a single shop keeper up here who does not have far reaching contracts to pull the revenue to keep these places up and running. But I'm different."

"And what makes you different?"

Ivan smirked, "I don't laugh when I've basically robbed you blind."

She smiled softly before recalling the fatal attraction that bewitched her senses hours prior, "I suppose I may have enough to win for myself and my companions a decent meal."

"Oh that can be arranged, however portions will benefit the remnants of your wallet more than anything."

"What are you implying?!" snapped Holo with hormone fueled distress.

Ivan was quick to answer, "All I'm saying is that you Kenrou have appetites to match your attitudes."

That remarked changed her demeanor entirely, "You mean to say that you have met other wolves like myself?" said she with a hope that exceeded her excitement.

"I've met a couple in my day."

She suddenly became quite ecstatic, "Tell me did you meet one who went by the name Myuri?"

He contorted his brow, "I'm trying to remember, I know of the mercenary guild."

"I am sorry,' said Holo, 'it is only that I was told that none of the wolf gods reside in Yoites anymore."

Ivan made a keen yet sly correction, "None that we know of. The world is still a large place with many secrets."

Ranger then cut in, "If this is all then it would be best to get settled in for the road is long and the dawn comes all too soon and there is much still to prepare for."

She let out a fatigued yawn then said, "For the first time I do not feel compelled to argue with you." she turned around and headed towards the room then shot a daring glance at Ivan, "However I still expect my food!"

"And expect you to pay for it." said Ivan with some irritation.

She opened the door to the room and found Edmund sitting upon one of the cots reading his Holy book with the aid of a candle upon the table. Without too much thought she began to dismantle her wardrobe for she was a creature accustomed to her natural state. Edmund became rather rigid for she had dressed down to her shirt, exposing her legs.

"OH!" she exclaimed with a blush for it had just had crossed her mind the impact of her actions. Therefore she wrapped herself in a blanket. "I hope that does not trouble you much. A man of God thrown into a den of temptation." she teased.

He kept his eyes low and made a startling confession, "That is not too afar off. Unfortunately my past deeds influence my state of mind to conjure up thoughts and desires that I wish not to have in your presence. Especially a woman who has promised her heart to another man."

"Is it that much of a struggle for you?" she asked with more concern for his spiritual welfare.

"Well you can leave the path of wickedness behind but it shall never leave you alone. Even now despite being shown all of the Lord's tender mercies my heart groans while my soul exclaims, 'Oh wretched man that I am.'"

Holo sat on the bed opposite of him and reassured, "Well fear not, for I too am considered a god and there have been men who have suffered my wrath when attempting to make a pass at me."

"I feel better already." said the missionary with gloom.

They lay on their beds for the space of a half hour without saying much more until the door knocked in which Holo snuck under the covers to hide her canine features as Edmund arose to be greeted by a maid servant with a platter of dishes. No sooner than when he placed them upon the tablet that Holo shot up and grabbed a plate and loaded it with assorted goods.

Her first item of consumption was an elk steak that she ate with both hands, "Meat tastes so much better when it is cooked and seasoned does it not?"

Edmund paused and gawked at her ravenous state and replied, "I wouldn't know I've never had it any other way."

She hastily took more into her mouth which puffed her cheeks out as she swallowed without ample chewing. The missionary was about to warn her before his predictions came true and she gagged then went for the pitcher and whetted the obstruction in her esophagus. She panted with relief before stating, "One should really warn others about the dangers of potatoes. They can be very hazardous!" said she before sliding a full one into her mouth and chewed with contention.

Edmund then picked one off the plate and bit into it partially and said as he did so, "Have you not ever heard the term, 'Don't bite off more than you can chew?'"

She grunted, "Sometimes I forget that when I am in this form I must take into consideration this narrow throat of mine and do not take the time to chew."

He winced with an inkling of remorse and made reply, "Perhaps you should take that time for it sounds that a harrowing journey awaits. It would be good to savor this small comfort."

She paused and poked at the boiled potato with her index finger, "Indeed. Words cannot describe what I feel. On one hand I am excited to see my long lost home and be that one step closer to Lawrence. Yet on the other it sounds as though my homeland has changed to the point that I amy not recognize it."

"Yet the biggest concern is simply getting there." concurred Edmund.

She nodded in silent agreement while saying softly, "Not only must he navigate through the unknown, but there is also the risk of the hostile inhabitants unleashing their rage on us."

"I suppose we can only put our hope in God."

That is when Holo became so silent and affixed in her own frame of mind that Edmund was inclined to ask her what was the matter.

She looked up at him with only her eyes and asked, "Do you believe that this one true God exists?"

"I do."

"And do you believe that he hears your cries?"

"Undoubtedly."

"And do you also believe that what ever you ask of Him it will be granted to you."

"If it be right then absolutely."

She then said something that took the man nearly off guard, "Then will you pray me?"

Meanwhile Ranger was in a private study with the numerous documents and books he had obtained from Nabakov trading laid out before him. At this point Ivan had entered for he was summoned. When he opened the door all he saw was a man sitting without his iconic mask and hood whose face was concealed in the shadows with only a dim candle to show what was in front of him.

Ivan took the seat opposite and asked of the warrior what it was he wanted him for.

Ranger then motioned with his hand towards the documents, "Evgeny must have been closer to Jurgen than previously thought for he seemed to have trusted the young man with the information to all of his underground networks."

Ivan began looking over it all and found a list of names along with the titles of whom they were associated with.

Evgeny Ovetchkin - Nabakov Trading of Cross Iron

Gustav Bihari- Starboard Emporium of Dehlmare

Ruslan Ybarra - Debau Company of Lesko

Paavali Rajinak- Eastern connection and company of Talhari

Stephano Alderecci - Quatrini Loans and Services of Lenos

Father Benedetto Michilini- Church of Lamtra ext. of Ruvenhaigen.

What was shown here were names which the reader would recognize for these were all the same men who had attended the meeting with Jurgen De Buhr those few nights ago. There was much more information regarding their respective associates that expanded the entirety of this devout yet discrete empire that plagued the land's unknowing inhabitants.

Ruslan's name is what struck Ivan the hardest, "I don't know all of these names however I do know of the Debau company."

Ranger at this point had withdrawn his pipe and lit the dried weeds within the chamber before saying, "Read Ruslan's full report and all may become clear." He then put the stem in his mouth and began puffing away.

After a more thorough examination Ivan said with dark intrigue, "So Debau has met some stiff resistance with their mining endeavors in Yoites."

"This actually may be the source as to why the natives have become more volatile. For you know as well as I that those mountains are sacred icons to them."

Ivan scratched the back of his neck and took hold of a pipe of his own in which Ranger shared the wick. Once he he took a few inhalations he said, "Well I reckon to protect those old shrines and idols they'll kill every outsider if they have to."

Ranger let out a long and silent draw before speaking again, "There is so much more to these documents that I have not the luxury to examine them in their fullest. However I have gathered enough to know that these men are all De Buhr's closest associates if not elite members of this cult of the bear."

Ivan leaned back in his chair in a relaxed manner and said, "Well to obtain power one must have money and people."

"Then on those terms consider me powerless." said Ranger.

Ivan quirked his head slightly, "It doesn't look good, on that much I can comment on. So what do you intend to do with this information?"

"I must deliver it into the hands of one who has money and people."

"The Count? Is he even close?"

"Nyohirra."

"I can't even imagine what a courier would charge to deliver it out that far. Aside from that, do you really think Evgeny wouldn't be tearing through the roads trying to find what you've taken? I can guarantee the officials are setting up checkpoints to intercept anyone who looks as though they may have these. How do you plan on getting them in Laterniuex's hands?"

"I know not." sighed the warrior.

The amputee then leaned up and looked the man sternly in the face, "Do you really plan on going all the way back to the old village of Yoites as you are?"

"I have come this far, and we are the only hope of ending Jurgen and rescuing his prisoners."

"Well I have already provided you with a map, directions, weapons, clothes and other provisions. I suppose the most more I can do for you is wish you luck."

There was no response save the silence that surrounded the two men. It clearly was a time for contemplation for this daring leg of the journey was the very epitome of the unknown. Ivan then collected his crutches and arose while saying, "Not that you take my advice but I do recommend getting a good night's rest, God only knows how long it will be until you have another one."

He then hobbled out of the room with Ranger sitting in deep thought. He continued to go through the documents with silent interest but could not clear his mind from one thought that had been plaguing him these past few hours. There was much information that could be used for much gain in favor of the rangers, however the greatest task would be in delivering it into the correct hands.

Two more hours past in which Ranger finally arose, retook his mask and replaced his hood and collected the books and documents. He quietly walked down the hallway to where Holo and Edmund were sleeping and discretely opened the door. From there he gently shook Edmund to awaken him. Once the man was attentive and alert Ranger whispered to him sternly, "Follow me."

The missionary did as he was instructed and followed after the masked man who led him outside under the deep night's sky. Rubbing his eyes Edmund inquired with much grog, "Whatever wrong doing you wish to address, could you not have done it at a more convenient hour?"

Ranger was quiet for a moment as if to swallow his pride then spoke, "I have decided to release you."

Edmund's eyes perked despite the lethargy, "Just like that I am free to go my own way?"

"On the account of this one final price." he then presented to him the documents, "In here are things of great value in regards to Jurgen's empire. Names, tactics and many contents that can be used against him. It is too risky to send it by courier however if it went with you under the guise of a traveling missionary it just may get through any scrutiny."

Edmund took them wordlessly and placed them in his leather satchel along side his Holy book then looked up and said, "Why decide to have me do this now?"

Ranger looked upon him intently and said in a lower tone, "The world already has enough good, honest men laid to rest in the dirt. Coming along any farther may as well find you in a forgotten grave."

The missionary looked down then up once more, "Perhaps but why entrust me with this task. I daresay I have not built that much rep ore with you over these few days."

Ranger looked away, too begrudging to admit his real intent.

Suddenly Edmund spoke, "You're desperate."

The eyes of the warrior shot straight back but the mouth was silent, for he could not lie when one called his bluff.

"As the Almighty God liveth you can trust me to see these through."

Ranger then opened the way for him to depart while instructing, "To the town of Nyohirra, inquire a man by the name Count Laternieux. Go quickly and do not stop to talk to anyone."

Edmund nodded and said as a parting word, "I will, take care of her and fear not my friend, God is overall."

Ranger watched Edmund's departing backside that blended quickly into the arms of the darkness. He continued back up and around the lodge to where his wagon was resting near the stable where Gallavaun resided.

He entered the pin and began to caress the horse's muzzle and pat his mien with the usual tenderness a good master shows towards his animal companions. After that he went out and sat in the bed of his wagon with his sword and scabbard in hand resting up right.

It was then that the back door to the lodge was opened and out came running Kaytaff who most likely was scratching the post out of want for his master. He hastily jumped into the back and laid his head down in Ranger's lap.

He pet the dog's ear and gazed up at the starry firmament with odd contempt. It was a moment of peace he wished to relish in and it was wise for him to do so. Tomorrow would be the day in which the most harrowing leg of the journey would start.

How little did he know how close this journey to Yoites would bring him to death's door.