It was a fair autumn morning when I heard tell of a beast harassing a nearby town. I journeyed the three hours north to the village, and discovered my job had been done for me. A sheriff had captured what seemed at first a wild brown dog, but shortly before my arrival, he had returned to his half-human form. As with all lycanthropes, he was due to be executed the following eve. The convicted man was quite young, and my heart ached for him.
I pleaded with the sheriff on his behalf. I offered to shelter him, take him to the capital where wonderous cures have been developed, repair damages myself. But he refused. I used every possible argument, but none moved him. At last, I resorted to bribery. I hated to do it, but surely if all wickedness went unrewarded, then I would be penniless.
I returned with the boy to my secluded home in the mountains. He was immensely grateful for my help. He had found the cure for his illness, but its main ingredient bore great resemblance to a common weed, and was thus difficult to forage for. As luck should have it, the herb was in abundance in my garden; Its sweet taste greatly improves tea, and it is my crow familiar's snack of choice.
Now, I spoke seldom at the time, for a great loneliness had taken hold of me. I hadn't even performed in town for many weeks. Even before then, I mostly traveled and adventured alone. But my companion drew me out of my shell. He was talkative, amiable, and shared the same passion for music I did. We found his voice complimented my guitar perfectly, and his thoughts on the beings that control our world contrasted mine in the same way. We discussed both at length, and by the next sun's rise, I had a new friend.
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