112 A Visit to The Sorcerer’s Home

Ten minutes of brisk riding later, they were arriving at the entrance of the once dreaded temple. It was still rather imposing really and it gave Erom great pleasure that they no longer ran the risk of suddenly running into the ancient sorcerer. “I remember the last time we were here.” Erom said conversationally as they rode up to the outpost where the men who were guiding the castle were. “How times have changed.” He suddenly turned to the king. “My Lord. There was a wolf here the last time we came! Where is it now? Is it still here?” And he looked around fearfully as if he expected the wolf to jump out any second. “Relax man,” Gavadiol chuckled. “Why don't we ask the good men here?” The men were stepping out now. “Hey, who goes there!” One of them barked out roughly. But his fellow prodded him in the back and hissed, “That's the king.” They all came to attention immediately. “Settle down lads.” Gavadiol said immediately. “Just want to check something out in this old geeze