| The werefolk look throughout the pirate complex and FIND others alive.
It is a mix group of humans . . . . and werefolk . . . . not of the Pack!
The truth turns out to be stranger than any wild speculations. It is in
equal parts relieving, and nerve racking.
"Who are you?" a werewolf asks, looking in askance at Loam's naked form.
"Which unit do you belong to, and pray tell . . . . WHY in God's name are
you not dressed . . . . at least like the locals?!"
"Aren't you . . . . uncomfortable in those clothes?!" Loam shoots back.
"What kind of getup is that? Who are YOU?"
The humans, still unconcious, just groan. The other werewolves, who's
dressed in a similar olive green . . . . uniform . . . . as his counterpart,
looks over his shoulder after sticking something into the unconscious man's
arm.
"I am Lt. Bristol of the Exploratory Corp." he says in a brusk voice.
"This is my aide, Ensign Charles, who is GOING to get his BUTT back here
before I loose this patient!"
The bemused Pack members look on as the two green clad werefolk do various
things to the unconscious humans (one male . . . one female . . . .both
look to have been well to do before their unfortunate incarceration in
the Pirates jail).
Soon, the human's recover, and the strange werewolves pull out some
type of device from their clothing, and the Pack jump as it translates
the werefolk's tongue into regular speech.
"More of your friends?" the man says, getting to his feet. "We'll, whoever
you are, I must thank you for your timely rescue. Allow me to introduce
myself and my lady. I am Sir Willian la Post, and this is my bride to be
. . . . Princess Astra of Aqualaria. I rescued her from Minestus through
some . . . admittedly unknightly tactics . . . . but when you are dealing
with such a powerful wyrm . . . . . I just wish I could have gotten away
and killed that damn wyrm . . . . ."
"Hey, wasn't Astra that princess that Lord Fred encountered right before . . . ." Vanya says. "Loam, go get Alicia and Fred!" Loam runs off as the two humans stare at the werefolk. The strange werewolves
look like they have a few questions of their own.
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