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The gray wolf appears again, seemingly made out of moonlight.

"The loremasters of my chosen people are... err... hung over at the moment. You might want to try coming back later," it says sheepishly. As you chuckle in amusement, it seems to dissolve into the night. You've heard the brew made by this barbarians can be some evil stuff.
Return to hostile territory...