. Four huge wolf-faced creatures accosted the young Drelves.
“A Droll raiding party!” the Teacher exclaimed.
A small Drelve Ranger charged into the fray with his short sword drawn. The Drolls seemed amused, but their mirth only lasted a moment. The Drelve moved with blinding speed and slashed the life from the nearest Droll. The blade easily penetrated the beast’s thick hide. The three remaining Drolls descended upon the Drelve defender, and the fight was over soon. The Drolls fell before the sword in short order. The seven-foot-tall beasts had no chance against their four-foot-tall outnumbered opponent.
When it was over, Morlecainen went over to the defender and said, “I thought you were doomed, but you defeated them easily before I had time to help.”
The young Drelve smiled and said, “I owe my survival to the blade. This is the work of our Spellweaver ‘Fire.’ He imparts speed to the blade.”
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