Miles to the east of Mossflower, another meeting was taking place, a meeting of more insidious portent.

The blazing sun sent tendrils of steam spiraling into the air.
Tents spread out across the rocky earth, nearly as far as the eye could see.
In the center stood an elevated stone hill, with a small pond at the top.
Around it stood a grey wolf, a rat, and ferret with mysteriously red fur.
"Halskar, prepare the troops to march, we leave for Mossflower tomorrow."
said the ferret, turning to the wolf.
"Wyrt, gather a group of able bodied soldiers, scout ahead, and see if you can recruit any local vermin."
"Yes lord." they said simaltaniously, bowing and turning back down the hill.
"Quake in fear, Mossflower," he said quietly to himself, "For the days of
Reven the Red are coming!"