“No!” Mi’elle shouted in the dimly lit cave. As he was getting back to his feet, she charged, sword first into his open, drooling mouth, driving the blade all the way in to the hilt. In the distance, he had a perfect view of her campsite, with his glowing red eyes. She needed this. “If I were a druid, I’d turn into a mare and help you out.”
She re-donned her armor and sword, mounted her horse, and continued on her journey, following the river. “Mmm, delicious,” the huge cat, a man, a druid, trapped in an animal form, like the ones Ul’sses warned Mi’elle about, whispered to himself. Mi’elle couldn’t tell if the voice was in her head or actually coming from the creature. It was hungry and needed a meal. She left the tent. Mi’elle walked by the crackling fire, letting the cool night breeze dry off her sweaty body. “My usual stable over there I suppose,” Ul’sses suggested. “Have I met him before?
