A bald and bearded dwarf walking down the road alone apparently is not enough to set off alarms in the minds of some would be ruffians. Beset by rogues in broad daylight no less. What they were possibly after I have no idea. None of my current belongings are worth anything other than to myself.
I don't remember much of what happened, I never do. The wolf takes over, takes control, and the hell it unleashes results in massive carnage. Not so much the wolf, the wolf I remember. It is the other. The monster that lives within my skin and comes out unasked. His presence nips at the back at of mind at times trying to take over. Other times he rushes to the surface throwing thought and reason to the wayside. The latter must have happened with the five would be thieves who ambushed me. Aside from a verbal sparring I recall nothing until I regained my wits covered in blood not my own. So drenched in the red liquid was I that I may have bathed in it. As I washed myself off in a stream I could see bits of viscera dislodge from all over my body. Why I had the tip of a human tongue stuck to my back I will never know. I do know the nightmares of these kinds of encounters can stop at any time, but I fear they will not.