Soerl was sleeping. The day had been a long one. Something deep within his mind, however, was quite awake. The wolf that shared his body. As the minstrel rested, it plotted. It was a cycle that thus far had been both never ending and unsuccessful. Its thoughts echoed hollowly to itself.


"I have tried. Nothing works. This boy's will is strong. When I was first born within his body, I thought it would simply be a matter of time. I was incorrect. He thwarts every move I make. It seems he does this unknowingly, but I am beginning to think he calculates around these situations.

I have been able to take control on rare occasion. The only time his defenses lower these days are when that wretched little elf and his stupid sister are in danger. Even then, he manages to restrain me to a degree. I am unsure of what allows him to do this. I sense great magical power in him. Power I have not given to the boy. Perhaps it is this force that keeps me at bay. Perhaps it is his emotions. I can't say for certain.

I have a plan. I will bide my time and wait for the proper moment. I have spotted a weakness in those defenses of his. The girl. His daughter. All it will require is... a trigger."