Rising Storm

After the guild master had left, Dyson began to narrate our encounter with the Circle. Ever the charismatic speaker, he talked a lot with emphatic gestures and embellishments, turning our battle into an epic confrontation with evil itself.

"...and then Starlight raised her staff, and a wolf crawled out of the sky itself. To be honest, I don't exactly know what happened next, because the next thing I remember, the golem was dead in its jaws."

"No, you've got it right," Rasce said, eyes boring into me. "The wolf was there, and then it wasn't. We ran over to Dyson, but he was far too gone. I'm impressed he remembered everything up until that point, because his wounds were as bad as any I've seen. Anyway, Starlight knelt beside him and-" he hesitated, his voice growing soft with embarrassment, "-and she started crying, shaking like she were in pain. A moment later, that monstrous wolf did something, and she cast a fourth-circle spell."