"A New Job" by minnow It had seemed like a simple enough job when she had signed up; she would get to sit in some poncy merchant's wagon and if on the very unlikely chance it was attacked, she would wave her sword at the idiot who thought they'd nick something valuable from a wagon with "Shiny Trinkets. They're really cool... Honest!" painted haphazardly on the side...
Crossed Paths and Blades: Part Four "Garin?" came a muffled reply. Garin looked up. It sounded like it was coming from the other side of the pile of rocks.
The Grass is Always Greener: Part Three The Werelupe approached, and by now he had spotted them as well. But he checked his happy bounce mid-step, and Jatalle guessed that his new owner might not be as carefree as her own.