She watched as the ghost monk in his new body, that of the female orc, opened the door to the next room. He quickly shut the door, turned and left the room. He began searching through the Orc's camp looking for something. They had already searched the camp and collected anything of value. She wondered what could be left that he could want. She asked him what was on the other side of the door, why he had closed it so quickly and backed into another room. Was it something so horrid that he would run from it? He was acting odd. He told her "Go and check for yourself". He had never left her to advance into possible battle alone before. She realized that the fluffy one's death had struck the ghost monk hard. He had told her that the fluffy one had called out to him in spirit form, recognising his presence at last, just before his spirit moved on. She could no longer sense the fluffy one's spirit near them anywhere. He had died and gone to be with his Gods. She did not understand why the ghost monk was so concerned about the fluffy one's body. It was now just an empty shell. It was no longer of any use to the fluffy one's departed spirit. It was not like the fluffy one would be able to use anything he had in life. The ghost monk chose to stay, his spirit refused to leave his body. Because he was a ghost, he was still connected to his items. But the fluffy one had gone.

She started to fear that in loosing the fluffy one, she had lost the ghost monk too. He had never really liked her anyway. He always blamed her for the changes Obad Hai had granted him. As many times that she tried to enlighten him and the fluffy one about these gifts, they always blamed her. Called her witch, healer, matchstick...not once did they care to know who she was.

She found herself once more charged with this quest alone. The spelltheif, the sorcerous, the fighter, the ranger, and the samauri had all quit and left her. The wizard was asleep more than he was awake, or would run off and come back only to run off again. She was the only one that was charged with the quest in the begining that was still there. The only one who did not quit. The fluffy one died a valiant death, in battle for good and in service of the Gods. He would always hold a special place in her heart. He never quit. He died trying to help her. For that, he would never be forgotten.

She stepped up to the door, braced herself, and opened it to face whatever fight there was on the other side. At first glance, she saw white fur, claws, and a wolf-like face. He stood on hind legs, at almost twice her height, in a humanoid stance. He looked down at her and called her by her name. This caused her to pause. "How do you know my name?" she asked of this new beast. He went on to explain that he knew everything about our quest, he knew of Meatwall (which is what he called the fluffy one) and of Dakanon (which is what he called the ghost monk) and about all of the others that had helped her. He told her that God had sent him to help her in succeeding with this quest. He had all of the fluffy one's memories. There was something about this one that was familiar to her, yet at the same time completely different. He did not attack her, and it was not in her nature to attack unprovoked. He was large like the wolf she and the fluffy one had hunted with so many moons ago. In some ways he reminded her of him. But this one was more like a cross between that wise wolven elder and the fluffy one. It was not like her to just take what someone tells her as truth. But for some reason, this time she knew it was the truth. This wolven creature was sent to help her. He called himself Metawallus. He would need supplies. There were several items in the wagon that could be used by him. She thought the fluffy one would want his axes to keep fighting for the quest and it somehow felt fitting that Metawallus receive them. She went to the larger room to enlarge the wagon and retrieve some items for him. The ghost monk, in his orc body, looked up at her. He asked if she had taken care of the beast. She said yes and he is right here. Pointing over her shoulder at Metawallus. The ghost monk seemed angry that she had not killed it. She reached down and grasped the axes. The ghost monk yelled at her about those belonging to the fluffy one and to leave them alone. She could see the ghost monk's anger in the orc's eyes. She tried to explain to him that Metawallus had been sent to help. He was to be the fluffy one's replacement and needed supplies. The ghost monk just continued to get more and more angry. She tried to tell him about Metawallus being our brother in this....that he was the fluffy one's brother too. He just yelled about Metawallus being a liar and a theif. She turned to give the axes to Metawallus and the ghost monk tried to grab her and missed. He tried to trip her and it didn't work. She handed off the axes to Metawallus and turned to see the orc become aware of her surroundings. The ghost monk had left her body and was trying to attack Metawallus. When he could not move into Metawallus, he left the room. The ghost monk returned to hurl the orc's sword at the wagon. Then his body floated out of the wagon and left the room. She shrunk the wagon once again and moved on to the next door.

It turned out to be a gnome's shop. She sorted through and sold off all the items that had been building up in the wagon. All the profits were placed in the chest that had been holding the coins they had found. She made arrangements for Paulus to be taken care of. It was doing him no good staying in the wagon. There was no way for his body to heal and for him to move on with his chosen path doing that. The gnome promised him safe bording and care for a small price, and he would be there when they came back. The gnome had the Heart of Cold, but needed a Stone of Heat in trade before he would hand it over. It seemed like an even trade, and one not too difficult to accomplish. They had taken several detours on this quest thus far. One more to get what they needed wouldn't hurt too much. The gnome tried to convince her that the ghost monk wanted some fancy gloves he called "ghost touch" but she did not believe him. The ghost monk had not wanted anything as far as items, coin or treasure since leaving his body. He spoke of coin as being worthless to him. He didn't want what he couldn't touch. Why would he want some gloves? She told the gnome to have the ghost monk manifest and tell her himself first. Apparently, the ghost monk had not really wanted them, as he would have manifested to tell her himself. When the gnome placed the door to the destination on the floor, she opened it and looked down. It was a 6 foot drop, not too far. She figured it was as good a time as any to get started. She was this close to the second item. She wanted it.

Metawallus followed her down through the door, and it slammed shut above them. They continued down the hall and came to face 4 ant-like creatures. These were unlike any others she had seen before, but didn't seem to be much of a threat to her. She walked forward and they refused to let her pass. She tried to step around them and they blocked her path again. Metawallus tried to get them to move too, again they refused to move and instead attacked him. She was tired, and really not able to use her magics. She struck one over and over with her oak staff while Metawallus took out the others. He then finished the last. They moved on down the hall around the corner. She would have to rest soon. She could not sense the ghost monk anywhere around her. Perhaps he too had quit on her, leaving her once again to go on her own. Hopefully this new Champion would stick with her. She had no guarantee, they all quit or die see.....and she refused to do either.