"Of course you will. Your woman favored by misfortune would be here with us." The pixie prince said matter-of-factly.
Damien ignored it, "Yeah. While you're at it, she's quite the talent, would you mind teaching her a few mystic magical arts? I'll pay you once I'm back." And said.
"Hmm... I will. But you better come back with something I've never really seen, or worth me studying. Something like... an anomaly like you." It said cheerily.
'Anomaly. That term again.' Damien thought but his expression did not change much. He just nodded, "I'll thank you in advance. By the way, do you have any teleportation scrolls? I'd also love to borrow a few barrels of faith essence."
"..."
"I'll pay for all of these." He added.
"DEAL!!"
~~~
Within the Wolf Valley...
Thousands upon thousands of wolves gathered below a hill, silent and calm. They sat down and gazed up at the hill before them with reverance and fanaticism.