Trade in the village was suffering. There was little left to hunt in the wilderness, and since it was far from other villages, the residents were forced to cook what they could find. At one point they organised an expedition to gather food from further afield, but the hunting party never turned and a second party was sent out to locate the first one. In the meantime, folks looked to the wolves that gathered around the castle at night. Was someone feeding them there? From a distance they looked quite tame, but everyone was too tired to watch them all night and see them re-emerge. One day, they decided to appoint an expedition to approach the castle for a closer look. The party would consist of the fastest men of the village backed by the most dexterous, who could close a path of retreat should the wolves decide to give chase.
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