Part three
You head to the village, to the blacksmith's shop. As you expected, he has the sword and collar, waiting. He graciously hands them to you, and you pay him. Interestingly, the collar looks more like gold than it does of silver. Good or bad, you have yet to decide.
You admire the sword, a true weapon for any werewolf hunter. You pocket it into your cloak, and set off, northwards. You have to chat a bit with the molemen.
Later
Back in the snow, you walk past the Crakoy tribe, no need to waste your time as well as their's. Your plan will involve them, but you aren't willing to tell anyone about it, not even me, your subconscious.
Anyway, you reach the caves which, according to Gramo, was the entrance to the Moleman complex. You descend quickly, and what you see impresses you. A vast hive of stone and dirt inhabited by hundreds, maybe even more, of short, industrious diggers. One of them, who appeared to have been expecting you, approaches.
"Hello. You, Drake, new leader, of tribe." he says in broken Crakoy. At least you don't have to learn an entirely new language this time."
"I am Drake. I need you to do something for me, in the name of your partnership with the Crakoy."
"What?
"I need you to build tunnels, from here to the southern lands. Do you understand?"
"Yes." he says, nodding.
"Good. Thank you, and farewell."
You quickly head back south, to your castle, and into your coffin. It feels good to rest.
Finally that was over. Give me a while, I need to count the number of days that have passed so I can tell when Drake needs to feed again.