The elder sage looked out the edge of the grotto he and his dog shared in the forest of nevermore. Fritz, the sage said to his companion we must prepare ourselves to leave nevermore before the winter winds come. I can almost feel the cold breezes coming down from the mountains. We must gather staples and food stuffs for our long treacherous journey. And with that said, Fritz looked at the elder sage and spoke, oh I’m looking at my food right now and he bared his fangs and pounced on the unsuspecting sage. -fin-