Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-11457306-20140202201534

Anwen looked away, embarrassed. Strogg cleared his throat. "I was exploring a cavern with my brothers, some years ago.  We were looking for veins of ore to mine.  We happened upon a den of werewolves.  I think they were some of those who change permanently.  It can happen with those who do not learn to control their abilities--or who choose not to.  My brothers were killed.  I survived, but I was bitten many times.  Anwen--well, I--" he stopped, unable to continue.

"Strogg turned me," said Anwen, finishing for him. "I was foolish enough to go out hunting at night.  He was on the hunt."

She looked Olaf in the eye. "Once this job is done, we will seek a cure.  For both of us.  We know the cure," here she looked at Strogg, "but it will not be an easy task."