The Woolfs Are Coming

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As the loud and rushed noise of the bell spread across every corner of the Harry Castle, Abel began to lose focus on the base that he was forging. It was a 120 skill base that he was making, but would only take a second for him to accidentally snap it into two.

Abel threw the broken sword away with his thong. He rushed out of the workshop and ran towards the plaza inside Harry Castle.

"What happened?" Abel grabbed one of the guards and asked.

"Worgens were discovered outside the fort, sir Abel," the guard quickly gave a bow to Abel.

Abel stopped the guard before he was about to leave, "Come with me. I need you to help me put my armor up."

Regardless of its type, wearing armor was a very effortful thing to do for knights. Abel didn't have his own underling knights. The twenty men Marshall sent him were more like bodyguards than underlings, so it got weird if Abel were to order them to do anything other than fighting.