Loud swish and smash woke me up. I ran to the stone grave I made for the dead guardian. It was destroyed, the skeleton uncovered and in his hand, I found a sword! It was not there before! I realized the swishing sound must have been the sword flying. It was maybe stolen and lost and the sword was trying to get to its owner all this time. Well, the sword was success-ful. I repaired the mound so they can rest together. While I was carrying the stones, the steel wolf observed an eagle circling above our heads. He almost made the impression that he thinks about things. Then he just looked at me and asked: "Follow? Attack? Protect?". Out of curiosity, I almost told him to follow the eagle but eventually, I just shrugged and he kept looking upwards.

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