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An injured Weresheep sits idly on a bucket. She has narrowly escaped a group of Order zealots and hopes that they won't find her again as she is doubtful that she will outrun them a second time. As she wonders what her next move should be she hears a humble tune and and notices red streaks swirling around her.

She gasps as she watches her wounds heal up and her body reenergize. "You feeling better?" a voice asks and the Weresheep spots a bard coming toward her.

The Weresheep nods and says, "Yes! Thank you!"

"It's my duty to help those in need!" states the bard.

"Could I be your travelling companion? I don't exactly have a place to call home," the Weresheep inquires.

"Absolutely, my abode isn't too far from here," the bard replies and motions for the mamono to follow him which she happily does.