You have been traveling for several days now, and have finally entered the woodlands. It is summer, and the sweltering heat on the flatlands all but killed you. You lie down to rest, and fall asleep. You awake, and sit up. Thunder rumbles. Then you hear another sound, a kind of rustling. You see a wolf appear out of the underbrush, and you leap up.
"Hail," he says laughingly. "My name is Barkog, and I serve Drach Lorrack, Dyce of Wolfia."
"Dyce?" you ask.
"Why yes," he replies. Then, realizing your cofusion, he says, "Dyce means
