A story, instead of so many edged words.

Ah, but what happens when the sheep look up?

They drown. Or is that turkeys? I'll have to check with Hamish again.

Cyric McKraegar

Dear Paetros,

Pay a handsome sum to an alchemist who can create a tincture which will poison the wolf.

Your brothers may balk at the price you paid, but you may point to the woolen socks keeping their feet warm, the woolen cloaks keeping their heads dry, and the mutton on their plates keeping their bellies full and tell them to shut up.

Best wishes,
Rudolf

Rudolph,
We seem to be straying from the topic but perhaps the better method than poison is to call for a druid, one who specializes in animals, and who happens to live with a pack of wolves. Like myself.

Paetros,

Well said.

-Sir Yngwie Tellinghast

I think you druids are looking into the story too much and relating it to life in travance, rather than understanding its meaning. I could buy 200 sheep tomorrow if I wanted, and by no means would that make me rich.

I agree, well said.

~Orophin Eärfalas