Daylight.

Rosy shafts of morning sunlight wash over you, gently raising you from your slumber.

Kyra lies beside you, still asleep. Careful not to wake her, you stand and exit your tent, observing the camp outside.

In the two months since your heist, many small resistance groups, emboldened by your humiliation of the infamous twin generals, have begun appearing all over Arlheim, and, if the gossip your wolves have heard is to be trusted, all over Estara as well. As a result, your wolves have swelled in number from forty to well over a hundred.

As your numbers grew, so too did your boldness. Now you and your wolves frequently raid caravans going into Arlheim, plundering supplies for yourselves while denying them to the city's garrison.

Your frequent raids have allowed you to combat-test your new armor, leading you to make several observations about it's properties. It seems to be highly resistant, if not immune, to magical attack, allowing you to shrug off fireballs and bolts of lightning with ease. Additionally, it seems to be unnaturally durable, and any damage it does sustain seems to "heal" over time. What's more, you think that the armor makes you move slightly faster, although that could simply be the rush of battle.

The armor, however, is not the only artifact taken from the treasure vault.

Your haul was impressive. In addition to many magical weapons, enchanted to burn, freeze, or shock their victims, you also managed to make off with: A pair of magical shackles that **** their wearer to twist into a painful position, in addition to rendering them completely immobile, A helmet with a locking mechanism, that, when locked in place, forces the wearer into a state of perpetual orgasm, and a blindfold that, according to those who have worn it, grants the wearer disturbing visions of an otherworldly nature.