The ferret leads you deeper into the woods till the glow of campfires are once again visible, but this time there is more activity. As the trees thin you see a camp with a scattering of creatures here and there- a weasel dressed in camoflauge, a stoat stealing a meal from someone elses tent- but most of the creatures are gathered around a large tent towards the back of the camp where at contest is being held. The crowds part to make room for yourself an the ferret as you watch.
To one side is a gnarled rat, heavily scarred, a rusty dagger in his paw, glaring at his opponent. On the other side is a sand colored wildcat, looking very amused by the whole situation as he toys with the tip of a well crafted throwing knife.
They both line up in front of a thick oak tree, a nearby pole cat putting a target up, a crued picture of a mouse. The wildcat strikes first- a small flick of his wrist and the knife flies through the air soon quivering tip first in the mouse's head.
The rat snarls, throwing his dagger as it hits handle first into a ferret who's head happened to be near the oak tree.
An array of cheers broke out for the wildcat, as the rat slinks away, rejected, and soon the crowds depart to leave only yourself, the wildcat and the ferret.
The wildcat gives a dangerous look at the ferret, "Topaz, who do bring to me?"
Topaz keeps a calm composure but a glint of fear is obvious in his eyes. "This one thinks he's an assassin- though he should learn from the best, sir."
The wildcat looks at you for a moment, considering the ferret before responding, "A fine choice, Topaz. This creature has the looks of one who could kill."
Relief floods in Topaz's eyes as the wildcat addresses you, "I am called in folk lore as The Wildcat, but here they know me as Areso and you have been choosen for the Assassins Lair."
